Call me blind but I can't see the glory Behind that bloody flag Don't identify my family My mates, my fight or my neighbourhood All it means to me that coloured rag People in jail or six feet under the ground Dirty politicians, military and cops Are enough reasons to make it burn Flag on fire! Let's burn that shitty rag I don't wanna hear one more word About the nations pride of this shithole Red for the blood, yellow for the lies What a disgrace what they did to this land All it means to me that coloured rag Murders that began five centuries ago A crown that steals a government that kills Are enough reasons to make it burn And we still won't believe in No one or nothing who represents it