Scholastic Repossession - Ol' Gadsden's Rag Lyrics

Back when I was a kid
No taller than your knee
In the clear Chesapeake I meet an old kindly gent
He loved to talk and I loved to listen
While chaisin' creatures in the sea
He spoke about foreign lands
N' the bloody battles fought there
About a friend that he had that seemed
A lil bit more than that to me
As he always lived out on his own
He last saw his love in Vietnam with the bullets buzzin' n' a wizzin' by
As they took his love off for his final rest

He'd say "I fought through hell for your freedom
I f*ckin' deserve mine!
See that banner- 'don't tread on me'
Now let this old queer be!"

Now townspeople would walk politely
No one would say a word
As to not damn their eternal soul
Hell no one would even give a glair
Cause everybody there f*cking knew
He always had his service piece by his side

He'd say "I fought through hell for your freedom
I f*ckin' deserve mine!
See that banner- 'don't tread on me'
Now let this old queer be!"

Now Me and the man we began to fight
About the banner he had flyn' high
And why one would defend such violent trash
How imperialism made children cry
From missing their parents that
Slept in their cold n lonesome graves
How the country he fought for never fought for him
And only made him hide his colors away
Another toxic male relationship...

He'd say "I fought through hell for your freedom
I f*ckin' deserve mine!
See that banner- 'don't tread on me'
Now let this old queer be!"

Well I think that banner's bullshit!
It don't represent me
As I see queer folks get bit by dat der snake!
So if you find yourself underfire
Tell that funny scum
Don't
Tread
On
Me!