Your blood flies in the wind,
Its old and worn and has no glory
Hand on heart allegiance pledged

Patriot, hatred instilled
Ignorant, white trash stand proud
With bigotry endowed

These colours dont run
These colours well worn
These colours dont run
But put to the torch theyll sure as hell...

Burn like your passion,
The passion of the damned
Can you still hear Dixie?

Ignorance is your strength
A raped stolen land stands so proud
Can you still hear Dixie scream out loud?

These colours dont run
These colours are well worn
These colours dont run
But put to the torch theyll sure as hell...

Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...

Your blood flies in the wind
Aged, ragged its a sorry story,
Blood-spattered banner unfurled

A nation, hatred instilled,
With slavery stained,
Your dream of shame

These colours dont run
These colours are well worn
These colours dont run
But put to the torch theyll sure as hell....

These colours dont run
These colours are well worn
Your colours dont run
But put to the torch - Ill tread on you

(leads)

These colours dont run
These colours are well worn
These colours dont run
But put to the torch theyll sure as hell...

Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...

Want to see your flag up in flames

Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...

Ill tread on you.