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.