Time and again we march into war
Sometimes wondering just what the hell for
Then we see it rise up into the sky
That symbol of freedom rising so high
The banner of old glory the stripes and stars
Saluting those glistening red and white bars
But these aren’t the bars of a dirty old prison
Instead they are of a land built on tears and crimson
Building a nation on the shoulders of others
Mothers, fathers, daughters and brothers
Giving their lives unto thee
Fighting so hard for us to be free
And again we will march will blood, tears and sweat
To stomp out any and all opposing threats
So whenever you’re in doubt
What this country is about
Looking up into the sky
At the symbol so high
And remember those who perished
The loved ones we cherished
So stand up with your pride
And set your fears aside
As we march for old glory
To tell your grandchildren stories
Of how we helped build a nation
Freedom its foundation
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