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Nice sig pic TIS.

Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail

Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail

Never begins it, never, but once engaged...

Never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage

Don’t tread on me

So be it

Threaten no more

To secure peace is to prepare for war

So be it

Settle the score

Touch me again for the words that you’ll hear evermore...

Don’t tread on me

Love it or live it, she with the deadly bite

Quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike

Shining with brightness, always on surveillance

The eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance

Don’t tread on me

So be it

Threaten no more

To secure peace is to prepare for war

So be it

Settle the score

Touch me again for the words that you’ll hear evermore...

Don’t tread on me

So be it

Threaten no more

To secure peace is to prepare for war

Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail

Once you provoke her, rattling on her tail

So be it

Threaten no more

To secure peace is to prepare for war

So be it

Settle the score

Touch me again for the words that you’ll hear evermore...

Don’t tread on me

--Metallica

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red dog runnin down a long black road

nose to the gravel, license to travel

he don't care if it's your place or my place

whole human race got just one face in his case

up on the mountain sits a sleepy old coot

rifle on his shoulder, pistol in his boot

bottle in one hand, bible in the other

no-count rebel, baby he's my brother

ethyl in the gas tank, chicken on the farm

semper fidelis on my good right arm

Elvis blastin on the color tv

i'm a U.S. male, dontcha tread on me

johnny's in the attic writin automatic

talkin emphatic about the bureaucratic static

jungle, low-pay high-rent

Bob's on the pavement thinkin bout the government

so go where you gotta, do what you will

but it's another workin day up on capitol hill

boozin cruisin snoozin and usin

but somebody's winnin, somebody's losin

one pound of flesh and a gallon of sweat

just your daily payment on the national debt

but all God's children got a right to be free,

mister state trooper don't tread on me

seems we live and die in a crossfire hurricane

in the rain but "no pain, no gain." the sign explains

still Jesse James in his coat of flames

held up their one-way gravy train

"nothin to lose but your workin blues

and your chains," the man with no name claims

well i figure i'll make me a sign of my own

take the stars and stripes and the skull and bones

and the cross of Jesus and a golden crown

and the serpent that bites when the boot grinds down

tie it all together with a fine silk cord from

the rusty antenna of my '63 ford

now look over yonder, son, tell me whatcha see

that's the flag of freedom, dontcha tread on me

--Dave Carter

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