hey look, it's fuck o'clock in the morning
that thing we worshiped last night
whose fat stripes and bright stars through bloody battle
is so bravely waving (yeah that's what all flags do with a spot of wind, but ours is bravely doing it! Bravely!!!)
rockets everywhere, bombs in the air
is proof our flag can go all night, baby!
Our star-studded flag waves
over the land of the free and the home of the Braves! (well, not so much anymore, we slaughtered pretty much all of them)