Artist : Bruce Hornsby    Title : [Defenders of the flag]    -----------------    [It's coming any day said the captain    It's coming any day now cried the priest    The people in high places may defend you    But son you better hope they keep the peace       Can't you hear them calling    Can't you see them shine    The city halls are falling    The defenders drink their wine    And when the party's over    Their stomachs start to sag    Defenders, Defenders of the flag       The congregation's waiting at the altar    They can't find the preacher anywhere    They found him with the new girl from the choir    Where they store the boxes of the book of prayer       If these guys are the good ones    I don't want to know the bad    You wonder how it happened    They just picked it up from dad    While faded old glory is hanging like a rag    Defenders, defenders of the flag       The flag is flying high over the courthouse    The wheels of justice never stood a chance    The judge is down at Charlie's on his lunch hour    Checking out the picture show from France       Carrying a fifth of whiskey    In a dirty paper bag    Threw the ball to home    But they always missed the tag    Faded old glory hanging like a rag    Defenders, defenders of the flag    ]