Agent Orange

Agent Orange
This is how you hold your American flag.
This is how you hold your American flag.
So this is how you hold your patri-fucking-otic flag.
We’re all a bunch of fuc*** disgraces!
There sits and old man he’s writing and typing and paying his tax to the law.
I see him through the window sill.
There you are laughing and joking and waiting and praying for life to be free.
And I know that you mean him well.
Stands up anger and walks to the doorway where he can yell clearly at me.
And I’m not sure I know what he means.

Losing track of days.
Staring to sky.
As the old man yells.
So this is how you hold your American fuc***, fuc*** flag!
So this is how you hold your funny little flag?
Losing track of days.
Staring to the sky.
As the old man dies.
As the old man dies. [x2]