After clearing his throat
The speaker read from the manuscript
Only forty-percent of all participants have remained alcoholic.
And we began to discuss amongst ourselves
The possibility for a dream-filled holiday
Order for the new slave trade

New flag blowing
Weve used up our minds
We had no way of knowing
Old flag burning
Weve lost our souls
Therell be no returning
Weve diverted back
To the stretch rack
Only this time
We wont snap back

While crossing the parking lot
A stranger approached me
Handed me a gun
He said meet me in the ashes
Of the old city
And were bound.....
To have.....
Some fun.