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 flagTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
