Pride no longer has definition 
Everybody wears it, it always fits 
state invoked for the lack of position 
Strength is the bait that keeps us so busy 
If it's perforated, then I tear it to bits 
All sense lost in the frenzy 
They should never touch the ground 
Irony is the refuge of the educated 
 [bad word] but they never quit 
Cool's eternal, but it 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