Pride no longer has definition
  Everybody wears it, it always fits
  A state invoked for the lack of position
  Strength is the bait that keeps us so busy
  If it's perforated, then I tear it to bits
  All sense lost in the frenzy
  They should never touch the ground
  Irony is the refuge of the educated
  Always complaining but they never quit
  Cool's eternal, but it always dated
  They should never touch the ground
  It's not worth, it's the investment
  That keeps us tied up in all these strings
  We draw lines and stand behind them
  That's why flags are such ugly things
  That they should never touch the ground