Billy Talent - Red Flag

<poem> Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday Well I've never seen us act like this Our only hope is the minds of kids And they'll show us a thing or two Our only weapons are the guns of youth It's only time before they tighten the noose And then the hunt will be on for you The Red Flag waving never meant the same... no The Red Flag waving never meant the same Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday Like the smallest bee packs a sting Like a pawn checkmates a King We'll attack at the crack of dawn Build a ladder if there's a wall Don't be afraid to slip and fall Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you The Red Flag waving never meant the same... no The Red Flag waving never meant the same... no! Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday Like a fire Don't need water Like a jury Needs a liar Like a riot Don't need order Like a madman Needs a matter We don't need them We all need them We don't need them We all need them We don't need them We all need them We don't need them We all need them Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday Cast off the crutch that kills the pain (We don't need them, we don't need them) The Red Flag waving never meant the same (We don't need them, we don't need them) The kids of tomorrow don't need today (We don't need them, we don't need them) When they live in the sins of yesterday (We don't need them, we don't need them) We don't need them!