This is the church where Black Flag lives
Sentiments are born of desperation
Where good thoughts come from
Monuments in futility
Stress and anger, passion and humility
But we're above thumbs

This is the church where black flag resides
There's no profit, no success, just pride

Nil by mouth with prophetic paint
Autistic license, we're always poor and hungry
Art just doesn't pay
Finding beauty in ugliness
Compulsive strides are pensive and second best
This is on our chests

This is the church where black flag resides
There's no profit, no success and we're tired
We're tired!

This is the church free of cognicide
There's no profit, no success and we're tired,
In the church where Black Flag resides
There's no profit, no success, just pride.