You say that you will carry the torch

You say that you will beat the winning drum

You'll be there when the saints roll in

With a bat made of rubber, half made out of tin

How many times does the snake crawl out of its skin?

You change your spots

But i will not...



You say you'll put your trust in that old american flag

You say there is still no place like home

That you'll still go to war when your papers come

Surrender your nerve to a gatling gun

Come back home mate

Tell everyone you'll be happy with the time that you've got

But i will not...



I will not follow!

I will not follow!

I will not follow



You say that you'll wear the colours, blue and grey

You say you'll wear the colours, black and red

You wear whichever colour shines most, bright so

You can shine like blake's eternal tiger in the night

You say that you will carry the torch

You say that you will beat the winning drum

You say that there is still no place like home

No place like home, sweet home

You say that everyone's gotta change their spots

But i will not...

No, i will not



I will not follow!

I will not follow!

I will not follow!

I will not follow!

No!


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