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Flag of the Shiners (2002)
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Up on over the mountain, where it's keep or stay
Causing all that racket boy, they been doing that all day
And if you could find one
I Wouldn't take him on
'Cause those boys are as clever now as the day is long.

But he who holds the north wall
Is gonna' save his mortal kin.

Back from the eastern wars they tell you what they've seen,
Mountains melt for dreadful armies and a new man machine.

And the days they are retreating just as the condor steals his keep
And it's taking me over
It's taking me over
It's taking me over
It's taking me over

We're all useless, here in your new society
Estranged in our own land
On the earth of our father's hand we swear
To remember that were not alone child.

Up on over the mountain East to the end
These eyes are fit for the fair and the knowledge of all men
But let you be forewarned from North to South
Whatever your burn is yours and no one else

And takin' beyond the silent shade
Take your leave young prowler
And takin' beyond the balance made
It's takin' me over...
It's takin' me over...
This crowd of hollowed mirth
It's takin' me over...
It's takin' me over...
It's takin' me over...
It's takin' me over...

We're all useless here in your new society
Estranged in our own land
On the earth of our father's hand
We swear to remember
That we're not alone, child
We're not alone, child
We're not alone, child
We're not alone, child...

. . .


"Let me trip the reason of your lecture for a change
Let me tell you how you'll feel
Let me strap you down and put morphine in your veins
Let me share this bed of steel

Cause here come the state inspector
So doctor all the resident records
Truth is he really don't care less
It's just a function of the politics and business

Oh the squalor, Oh the squalor
Let it empty me
Welcome to whatever God may do
It's no secret that you'll never leave

woah. woah...woahh

Cause here comes the state inspector
So doctor all the resident records
Truth is he really don't care less
It's just a function of the politics and business

Deinstitutionalization
Had a wife but left her at the station
And there's women in the stair wells
When their love lives don't fair well
Whoring themselves away in the kitchen

But look see that woman gettin all dressed up
Putting on her earrings and her makeup
And in another world there's a lonely girl
Who's wishing she'd never been a grown up

Oh the squalor...Oh the squalor
Let it empty me
Welcome to whatever God may do
It's no secret that you'll never leave

Maybe today I won't get the wrong meds,
And maybe today I'll get my fourty six cents
And maybe today I'll jump that barbed wired fence
And leave this place altogether

Cause we're calling all the President's men
And we're stuck in his room, locked in
Won't you do me a favor and give me ten
So I can peek into the hallway again.

Oh the squalor...Oh the squalor
Let it empty me
Welcome to whatever god may do
It's no secret you'll never leave"

. . .



On the one they'll catch ya
If you skirt disaster
On the day they told her
But she want stay stay

On the one they saw ya
Witnesses of goya
Elected to serve ya
Til your dying day

I hope you don't get what you're after
I hope you don't get what you're after

To whom it may concern
I'm writing on behalf of brother
Twice burned
Do you be reachin your time
Just a product of your mind

But when you continue let loose on the running man
You send him crashing to edge of the pavement
You're doing something you don't quite understand
Makin' like he's a lesser man
So be gone be gone to plea
You got your vehicle to ride on
Off to the comissioner as fast as you can
With your smokin' gun in hand

In your gunship gunship
Gunship politico
I hope you don't get what you're after
In your gunship gunship
Gunship politico
I hope you don't get what you're after
In your gunship gunship
Gunship gunship
In your gunship gunship
Gunship gunship

Six men on their knees
Eyes shinin' in the highbeams of the search light
Cop's shadows on the wall several stories tall
Instilling whoa such a fright
One's kicked in the gut
He's all cut up by the corner cop
One stands in defense in a broken sentence
Asks not to be shot
If you please
You men of authority
We do not speak your language see
Please act accordingly

He was't beggin
He was just keepin time with his cup
You go on and believe that
You keep your eyes staight up
I was just lookin
I had no intention to touch
But i know when i'm not welcome
So i thank you very much

See a see a
See the woman there demonstrate
See a see a
See them know but they will not say
See a see a
See them set the trial date
See a see a
The confidence on the DA's face

Watch out for them politicos
Watch out for them politicos
Watch out for them politicos
Watch out for them politicos

Don't mess mess with the down downpresser way
They got it down pat they got it down to a tee
Noone gets thru the lockstep jaw
You ain't guilty but you did get caught
So for lack of a better suspect we nominate you
To ride this one out to see this one thru
See a see a see a see a
Arms thrown up in an ever fearful protest
As the firing squad would ever think to notice
As if he could summon the likes of moses
To put the blood back in his friends veins

And if you one step faster
You can skirt disaster
But if its not you it'll be the next guy
Who's the wrong color at the wrong time

Another day's over and the decision still stands
His honor in his chambers still washin' his hands
You know he been fiddlin in his room all day
Just tryin to wash all his conscience away

Noone's askin for hangman's tree
They just looking for something true to believe
See a see a
See them know but they will not say

He wasn't beggin
He was just keepin time with him cup
He wasn't beggin
He was just keepin time with him cup
He wasn't beggin
He was just keepin time with him cup
You go on and believe that
And you keep your ash tray up
I was just lookin
I had no intention to touch
But i know when i'm not welcome
So i thank you very much


. . .


Heavy from walking
We stopped for the night
Near the shallow river
A never fright
But night fell on us before dawn
'Till all of our hope was over drawn

If every man lay down his gun
We would no longer be

'Cause your war is your sickness
And so it's our disease

O distant constant quarrelling lot
Your risk is greater than what you've got
Open your high road
You drag us along, the long road
Of our brothers gone

We didn't fight back
We fought to escape
Smuggling gasoline for food
Before we were of age

Your war is your sickness
And so it's our disease

O distant constant quarrelling lot
Your risk is greater than what you've got
Open your high road
You carry us along, the long road
Of our brothers gone

'Cause we are so uncertain
Of the future, that we may face
And we don't like the burning
Of the very flame we had in place
Some day we will be replaced by the guns of the sons and their fatherless rage
And we are not deserting
But we see no course to take

You hear the curtain falls
And heralds the curtain calls
Come out, come alive
Time is no lie
Everyone now in a row
So quiet and so devout
Can you resign yourself to accept
A better hell
We'll not fall in their curse
Facing life in prison or possibly worse
Our fathers are calling mass
Asking us to drink from the pain of their past life

O distant constant quarreling lot
Your risk is greater than what you've got
Open your high road
You carry us along, the long road
Of our brothers gone

'Cause we are so uncertain
Of the future, that we may face
And we don't like the burning
Of the very flame we had in place
Some day we will be replaced by the guns of the sons and their fatherless rage
And we are not deserting
But we see no course to take

. . .


To what do I owe this occasion?
My life is fallin' out of reason
To what do I owe this occasion?
My life is fallin' out of reason

So. Break. My. Stare.
Oh how your faces light up this day

Well my friends, gather round
It seems my mind, is not so sound
Oh how your faces light up this day

'Cause I am Ill Advised to feel
That the inner lives are real
And Ill Advised to call upon the hour of this day
And I'm sanitized and still, movin for the kill
I'm Ill Advised to call upon the hour of one day

I, I, I x4

Oh how your faces light up this day
And this hour, and on this ground

'Cause I am Ill Advised to feel
That the inner lives are real
And Ill Advised to call upon the hour of this day
And I'm sanitized and still, movin for the kill
I'm Ill Advised to call upon the hour of one day

To what do I owe this occasion?
My life is fallin' out of reason

I've not sold my innocence; I'm not so right like them
I've not sold my innocence; I'm not so right like them
I've not sold my innocence; I'm not so right like them, right like them
Not on this hour, or on this ground

. . .


Dear man, you must be mad
Good man, how many drinks have you had?

Don't you know?
Your family's worried sick over you
In any event we have no time to spare
The canvas of your age has a tear
And a needle without a thread does not a life mend
Mamma's worked yourself into a terrible fret
Keep saying "You can see him"
And we say "Not quite yet."
Oh, not quite yet

All quiet on the streets we hear the footsteps echo
Kids run up the stairs and look down from below
But the streetlight flickers
Mamma gets sicker
She says she's goin' to the place where no one twice goes
So I had to come and arrest you from your sleep
You see you got too many promises to keep
And what's more they be dying of starvation
With all the food on this world there still be famine in this here nation
You know you love them but they really don't know
How can they see where the poison go?

'Cause its far far better thing than I've ever done
For you to become the father to your only son
Look long at the father before you
Sits with his hands on his knees 'cause he don't know what to do
In his old tweed coat and his dress shoes
Furrowed brow and the eyes of the confused
Tries desperately to explain his
Subsequent recluse
In the remainder of his days
I know he old but mind you
How the years go by in a second or two
Won't be long to your kids are lookin' at you
Just as you are now...
Just as you are now

Turn around my good man turn around
Turn around my good man Margaret Brown.
Turn around my good man turn around
Turn around for dear Margaret Brown.
Turn around my good man turn around
Turn around make your way down.
Turn around my good man turn around
Turn around for dear dear Margaret Brown.

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