Your blood flies in the wind,   It's 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 don't run   These colours well worn   These colours don't run   But put to the torch they'll 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 don't run   These colours are well worn   These colours don't run   But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...      Burn...   Burn...   Burn...   Burn...      Your blood flies in the wind   Aged, ragged it's a sorry story,   Blood-spattered banner unfurled      A nation, hatred instilled,   With slavery stained,   Your dream of shame      These colours don't run   These colours are well worn   These colours don't run   But put to the torch they'll sure as hell....      These colours don't run   These colours are well worn   Your colours don't run   But put to the torch - I'll tread on you !!!      [leads]      These colours don't run   These colours are well worn   These colours don't run   But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...      Burn...   Burn...   Burn...   Burn...      Want to see your flag up in flames      Burn...   Burn...   Burn...   Burn...      I'll tread on you.