Pride no longer has definition
Everybody wears it, it always fits
A state invoked for the lack of position
Strength is the bait that keeps us so busy
If it`s perforated, then I tear it to bits
All sense lost in the frenzy
They should never touch the ground
Irony is the refuge of the educated
Always complaining but they never quit
Cool`s eternal, but it always dated
They should never touch the ground
It`s not worth, it`s the investment
That keeps us tied up in all these strings
We draw lines and stand behind them
That`s why flags are such ugly things
That they should never touch the ground