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This isn't surrender boy
or a Custer's last stand boy
love is like a burning priest in flames of protest on his knees

you want a revolution girl
you want to package up your world
and send it stamp-addressed to me
a subscription for some anarchy

run a black flag up the pole
an enema for the people
run a black flag up the pole
an ensign for the hinterland

run a black flag up the pole
in the darkness when the north wind's blowing
run a black flag up the pole
as a dead bird withers in our hands

stuck in the elevator boy
as the building's burning boy
this country's like the wall street crash
hopes and dreams reduced to ash

are you existential girl?
do you feel the feedback girl?
the engine's out and we're going down
with a kamikaze siren sound

run a black flag up the pole
an enema for the people
run a black flag up the pole
an ensign for the hinterland

run a black flag up the pole
in the darkness when the north wind's blowing
run a black flag up the pole
as a dead bird withers in our hands