Letra de Sunday de D.B.S.

"that flag is your freedom, son. that flag is all you've got. a representation of freedom, son. that's freedom of speech and thought. and i would die for it no matter the circumstance." funny, i was just thinking i'd piss on it if given half the chance. yeah, i may have to look in the mirror tomorow at my broken nose and black eye but at least i can look at myself with respect because at least i f*cking tried. and you can bury yourself in the flag when you die for your homeland. and you can think that one's sexual preferance decide's whether or not he's a man. but don't ever tell me that this patterned piece of fabric means that i am free and still use the word "faggot" in front of me. i came home bloodied and bruised that sunday night for your insecurities and your freedom