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