One of these hours, I’m going to kill everyone in the downstairs apartment.

(note: the Alpha Barbie refers to the stream of small, thin blonde women who are in and out of there constantly. There’s one who is a constant among the crew; we call her Alpha Barbie. Woman cusses like a storm trooper.)

I burn the flag
(my flag, your flag)
the way I light a grill
(your flag, my flag)
hoping something good comes of it
and I hope I get my fill

you burn your flag
(this flag, that flag)
the way you look at me
(what flag, our flag)
I feel my skin igniting
I wonder what you see

Chorus:
which country do you live in
is it where I make my home
is it where the churches run on time
and the buffalo sell phones
which country do you live in
how many can you name
can you shuffle them until you deal
the one to take the blame

that man burns a flag
(small flag, bright flag)
and he goes on home to bed
(red white and blue flag)
sleeps in his man’s loving arms
and travels in his head

Chorus

join hands around the flag
(dark flag, wet flag)
and wipe your tears away
(battle flag, casket flag)
lower it from the hangman’s pole
forget what you had to say