[Verse 1]
After clearing his throat, the speaker read from the manuscript
"Only forty-percent of all participants have remained alcoholic"
And we began to discuss amongst ourselves
The possibility for a dream-filled holiday
Order for the new slave trade

[Verse 2]
New flag blowing
We've used up our minds, we had no way of knowing
Old flag burning
We've lost our souls, there'll be no returning
We've diverted back
To the stretch rack
Only this time, we won't snap back
While crossing the parking lot
A stranger approached me, handed me a gun
He said, "Meet me in the ashes of the old city"
And we're bound to have some fun