First album. This song is about an imaginary man. My dad refuses to tell me he is proud of anything that I do, but this song is about a man who will one give me my flowers. Until then, I give them to myself. more

Ive got something on my mind But nothing in my wallet Governments got my money To make the american pie must I sell my daughters Become an absent father Morals are the price For this modern life Children die All the time Working the cobalt mines Thank you for my screen time Thank you for Getting more Thank you I know times are tough Problems are piling up We'll solve them But we need a little more Money, money, money To make more drugs To make you sane Money is love Give us your love Or else Give us your love I know times are tough Problems are piling up We'll solve them But we need a little more Money, money, money To make more drugs To make you sane To make more slums A lovely little cagemore

Who do you pledge your allegiance to? Who do you trust? Who's got your back? What kind of citizen are you? What type of flag do you fly? Join, or die, oh yeah? "Join, or die", is the only flag we've got left. Who do you want standing next to you - when push comes to shove 'cuz the foods gone bad? At the state of collapse we're in - What type of flag do you fly? Join, or die, oh yeah? "Join, or die", is the only flag we've got left.more