Your blood flies in the wind,

It's old and worn and has no glory

Hand on heart allegiance pledged



Patriot, hatred instilled

Ignorant, white trash stand proud

With bigotry endowed



These colours don't run

These colours well worn

These colours don't run

But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...



Burn like your passion,

The passion of the damned

Can you still hear Dixie?



Ignorance is your strength

A raped stolen land stands so proud

Can you still hear Dixie scream out loud?



These colours don't run

These colours are well worn

These colours don't run

But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...



Burn...

Burn...

Burn...

Burn...



Your blood flies in the wind

Aged, ragged it's a sorry story,

Blood-spattered banner unfurled



A nation, hatred instilled,

With slavery stained,

Your dream of shame



These colours don't run

These colours are well worn

These colours don't run

But put to the torch they'll sure as hell....



These colours don't run

These colours are well worn

Your colours don't run

But put to the torch - I'll tread on you !!!



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These colours don't run

These colours are well worn

These colours don't run

But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...



Burn...

Burn...

Burn...

Burn...



Want to see your flag up in flames



Burn...

Burn...

Burn...

Burn...



I'll tread on you.