| Our flag is burnin | |
| but we feel alright | |
| We march all day | |
| we march all night | |
| Our bugle is bleatin | |
| and our drum is thumpin | |
| Turnin grains of sand | |
| into flakes of ashes | |
| Shoot back fire Halleluiah | |
| Gospel gun | |
| gonna shoot right through ya | |
| You know I'm stoked | |
| To make some peace | |
| Jump to the left | |
| Jump to the east | |
| Our flag is burnin | |
| gonna let it shine | |
| Hide it under a bushel no | |
| gonna let it shine | |
| Fire risin to the sun | |
| fire fallin from the sky | |
| Texas tea in the desert | |
| catch up on some dirt | |
| Shoot back fire Halleluiah | |
| Gospel gun | |
| gonna shoot right through ya | |
| You know I'm stoked | |
| To make some peace | |
| Jump to the west | |
| Why don't you jump to the right | |
| Well the president said | |
| I've got to understand | |
| The threat of a weapon baby | |
| in an evil hand | |
| I gotta take It back | |
| Get the pot | |
| Take some shots | |
| A few grenades | |
| A few frog legs | |
| Dictator's heat | |
| St John's wart | |
| A bayonet | |
| Two eyes of a cat | |
| Some salt and pepper | |
| Some buzzard feathers | |
| Put in the elderly | |
| Put in the children | |
| Simmer it down | |
| Stir it around | |
| And use your face | |
| Say your grace |