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 [bad word] 
These colours well worn
These colours [bad word] 
But put to the torch they'll sure as [bad word] ..

Burn like your passion,
The passion of the damned
Can you still hear Dixie?

Ignorance is your strength
raped stolen land stands so proud
Can you still hear Dixie scream out loud?

These colours [bad word] 
These colours are well worn
These colours [bad word] 
But put to the torch they'll sure as [bad word] ..

Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...

Your blood flies in the wind
Aged, ragged it's a sorry story,
Blood-spattered banner unfurled

nation, hatred instilled,
With slavery stained,
Your dream of shame

These colours [bad word] 
These colours are well worn
These colours [bad word] 
But put to the torch they'll sure as [bad word] ..

These colours [bad word] 
These colours are well worn
Your colours [bad word] 
But put to the torch - I'll tread on you!!!

These colours [bad word] 
These colours are well worn
These colours [bad word] 
But put to the torch they'll sure as [bad word] ..

Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...

Want to see your flag up in flames

Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...

I'll tread on you.