Book Of Flags Songtext

an iron gate surrounds you stinking like rotting lace.
your flags are waving dishonestly.
a pining plaything, so false so pleased, your flags are aching to bloom from distand grouds, drowning out every sound.
ten generations, ten-thousand nations reditributed like a lost and found.
we're keeping our flags at home.
[you better not child]
we're keeping our flags indoors.
[you better not child]
we're pulling them from our clothes.
[you better not child]
we're spending some time alone.
[you better not child]
your flag confessed
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[like it or not child]
it's first confession
[like it or not child]
calling out all your guests
[like it or not child],
calling out all your children.
i knocked your system up.
i drank your system down.
i'm showing symptoms.
i ****ed your system.
look, now i'm pregnant with the whole damn town.
we wrapped your flag up [they never want to be alone]
we wrapped your flag up tight [they never want to be alone]
we tucked your flag in [there's trouble in the house tonight]
we kissed your flag goodnight.
i miss the precious sounds, i miss the tender sounds, i miss the softer sounds.
i miss the underground.

Q And Not U Book Of Flags songtext