Swimming pools full of gold-fish Scar the backyards from the summer chair-lift Piano's full of weed on the council streets A replica of somewhere I used to want to be Want to be You'd think the colonel misses his son But he's only got use for the one That climbs up and over his land A little ritual for the man who's motto Is that there wasn't any other way Other way Not today I've kept the flag since I found out It meant more than me I need your face to remind me That I'm complete And being a patriot doesn't mean a thing Wrapped in cotton and string I'll have you know I wasn't always like this Always like Have you ever examined the date on a coin Well that's the concentration span we inflicted Into our boy Said we'd take the days as they come But the colonel would prefer to salute Than touch the skin of his son Our infected fun What's going on What's come undone I've kept the flag since I found out It meant more than me I need your face to remind me That I'm complete And being a patriot doesn't mean a thing Wrapped in cotton and string I'll have you know I wasn't always like this Always like I guess a man takes it hard When all the strength in his head Has fallen to his arms I miss you so much But when you're around I tend to bruise So it's unfortunate for me and my son That I've invested all of my armour in you And when he dies he's wants his heart Shielded by fifty cotton stars Shiny eyes and paparazzi In fifty shiny cars Enough confetti to wash away This whole damn town But I'll make sure he only gets his stupid flag When they put him in the ground I'll have you know I wasn't always like this