Pride no longer has definition
Everybody wears it, it always fits
A state invoked for lack of position
Strength is the bait that keeps us busy
If it's perforated, then tear it to bits
All sense was lost in the frenzy

They should never
Touch the ground

Irony is the refuge of the educated
Always complaining but they never quit
Cool's eternal, but it's always dated

They should never
Touch the ground

It's not worth, it's the investment
That keeps us tied up in all these strings
We draw lines and stand behind them
That's why flags are such ugly things

That they should never
Touch the ground

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