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A company of skeletons and rags, by tomes are under tattered white flags
Dark empty bibles deep empty pockets, dark dreams ad deeper eye sockets
We aint right in the head, N OUR WOMEN LAY DEAD
Were the losers that chose the lost cause

Ya but home wasnt built in a day, Its the hard price of pride that we pay
Nomore corporate culture or cotton, N nuthin here grows but grey hairs and our coffins
old warriors telll ghost storys, OLD GHOSTS TELL WAR STORYS
such s the case, THE LOST CAUSE

No government cheese and no cow
Jus' acres of skulls and a plow
the blue bluegrass its grow usta you
like a tree limb grows thru a rusty old shoe
and our bright sunny south
TASTES LIKE COPPER IN MY MOUTH
but wel never forget our lost cause

And the vultures are picking at the bones
Lone chimneys are like HEADSTONS FOR HOMES
LIKE THOSE TATTERED WHITE FLAGS THAT HUG AT HALF MAST
Bleed red with the blood sucked up thu the staff
From the dirt where they plant us
SIC SEMPER TYRANUS
MAY WE ONE DAY AVENGE OUR LOST CAUSE!!!!!!
MAYBE ONE DAY AVENGE THE LOST CAUSE!!!!!!
MAY WE ONE DAY AVENGE OUR LOST CAUSE!!!!!!
MAYBE ONE DAY AVENGE OUR LOST CAUSE!!!!!!