Sunday Lyrics

"that flag is your freedom, son.
That flag is all you've got.
A representation of freedom, son.
That's freedom of speech and thought.
And i would die for it no matter the circumstance."
Funny, i was just thinking i'd piss on it if given half the chance.
Yeah, i may have to look in the mirror tomorow at my broken nose and black eye but at least i can look at myself with respect because at least i fucking tried.
And you can bury yourself in the flag when you die for your homeland. and you can think that one's sexual preferance decide's whether or not he's a man.
But don't ever tell me that this patterned piece of fabric means that i am free and still use the word "faggot" in front of me.
I came home bloodied and bruised that sunday night for your insecurities and your freedom