Flags

The talk among the skeletons this morning

Aside from all the medicine and health

If you could do it all again, would you do it all the same?

Is there something that you'd tell your former self?

There were those that wished they'd spun upon a jukebox

There were pirates who had never seen the sea

But the one recurring theme, the one recurring dream they had

Was to be whatever they wanted to be

To be Pyotr Tchaikovsky

To be free and like everyone else

There will be no flags to own me, no!

'Cause I just want to be myself

Julie telephoning by a ouija

Is there any advice that you could give?

When you know you're not like them

Do you know La Varsovienne?

I know that I am living, but can you show me how to live

And the Holy Roman Army

Said your heart beats like everyone else

You don't need no flags to tell you who you are, so say

I just want to be myself

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

There's an aura that surrounds thee

There's a different kind of wealth

And I don't need flags to know you're really something

And I just love you for yourself

Oh, I just love you for yourself

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la