Track · Feb 12, 2026 · English
Ghost Flags in My Backyard
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got holes in my boots
And a flag on my lawn that I never chose
Some suit on a screen
Draws lines on a land that my granddad knows
They call it freedom
But the rent’s due
And the plant’s been closed
Bullets in the headlines
Names in the dirt that the wind won’t blow
[Chorus]
I’m a poor native man in the heart of America
Trying to live where the ghosts drew the border
Every year another war on my front porch
Every drop of blood gets called “order”
I don’t see invaders on the TV
I see them buying up the town like a prize
If this is peace
Why the body bags?
Why do empires always come in disguise?
[Verse 2]
There’s oil in the soil
So they send in truth dressed up like lies
Talk big about God
While the kids learn to crawl under desk-sized skies
They say “necessary losses”
Like my cousin was a line in a file
Mothers fold the uniforms
Hold on to a scent for a little while
[Chorus]
I’m a poor native man in the heart of America
Trying to live where the ghosts drew the border
Every year another war on my front porch
Every drop of blood gets called “order”
I don’t see invaders on the TV
I see them buying up the town like a prize
If this is peace
Why the body bags?
Why do empires always come in disguise?
[Bridge]
How many years of dying
Till the word “enough” is loud?
How many broken bodies
Buried under stadium crowds?
If you listen past the anthem
You can hear a quiet cry
From the ones who never asked
To be drafted just to die
[Chorus]
I’m a poor native man in the heart of America
Trying to live where the ghosts drew the border
Every year another war on my front porch
Every drop of blood gets called “order”
I don’t see invaders on the TV
I see them buying up the town like a prize
If this is peace
Why the body bags?
Why do empires always come in disguise?
Style
gritty protest folk with male vocals; verses on close-mic acoustic guitar and brushed snarechorus blooms with gang vocalsfloor tomsand a low organ drone. tension builds through each sectionending on a rawunresolved vocal note and held chord that lets the last line hang in the air.
Prompt
Struggling as a poor native man, in the heart of America repressed by international influence secretly invaded by a foreign empire set on murder and genocide years and years of war and people dying
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CannabizmGeneratedFeb 12, 2026
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