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