No Flag
I've got no religion, I've got no philosophy
Got a head full of ideas and words that don't seem to belong to me
You may be joking but I don't get the gag
I sense the future but time seems to drag
No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give
I've got no illusions, I've had no epiphany
Why should anybody listen to me
She said, "I'm tearing up the sheets that your love letters stained"
"All of your magic powers have drained"
No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give
Here's a line in the sand, a word or two in the aftermath
I'm an arrow that shoots up and down on an advertising graph
I could write you verses and recite more than one
But they're not worth the paper that they're written on
No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give
We want everything and we don't want to share
Outer space for the faces we fear
Look in them go and see who I used to be
Made out of plastic in a factory
No flag
No flag
Got a head full of ideas and words that don't seem to belong to me
You may be joking but I don't get the gag
I sense the future but time seems to drag
No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give
I've got no illusions, I've had no epiphany
Why should anybody listen to me
She said, "I'm tearing up the sheets that your love letters stained"
"All of your magic powers have drained"
No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give
Here's a line in the sand, a word or two in the aftermath
I'm an arrow that shoots up and down on an advertising graph
I could write you verses and recite more than one
But they're not worth the paper that they're written on
No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give
We want everything and we don't want to share
Outer space for the faces we fear
Look in them go and see who I used to be
Made out of plastic in a factory
No flag
No flag
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Writer(s): Elvis Costello, Muriel Teodori, Ajuq
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