Deny me from every angle
In a country that's sick and twisted and tangled
Praise me for the dedication and effort
Only to reward me with a broken soul,
Beaten and mangled.
I've given up my rights for you
So what don't you understand?
Only two years in and I've lost sleep,
Wrenched my guts out,
And learned how to kill for this land.
The contract reads black and bold
Don't ask, don't tell
So that when I come home
I have no one to hold
No one to appreciate the chaos I've seen
No one to distract me from the PTSD
And if my wingman only knew who sleeps in my bed
Who I write to about bloody body parts, scattered and dead.
One word,
Dyke.
Don't think it's only the right wing that's wrong
For my "friends" are disgusted by my uniform
By the camouflage and weapons I wield
By the red, white and blue in my blood, I feel
By my dedication to this young nation
Where free isn't free and
We're stuck on material fixation
How can you hide who you are?
How can you follow orders from the power hungry?
How could you kill innocent civilians?
How could you join an institution that hates you?
One word,
Murderer.
And so I march to a cadence that is my own
And I dedicate this song to those who have shown
Selflessness in hopes of gaining equality
I'll remind them to disregard the ignorant frivolity
That there is somewhere we belong
Together-fighting for the same self-evident truth.
You're not alone so show your dog tags.
Be it rainbow or crimson, pure, and blue
I'm mighty proud of my Ragged Old Flags.