[Intro]
Buy the fear, wear the flame
Put a country on your name
Buy the rage, sell the cure
Keep the poor against the poor

[Verse]
They set up shop by the broken school
Selling little flags like a holy tool
Pins and shirts and bumper lies
A bargain-bin heaven for angry eyes
The merchant smiles with a golden tooth
Says every color proves the truth
But every dollar in the register rings
Like a vulture learning how to sing

[Pre-Chorus]
They sell you belonging
They sell you a wall
They sell you a slogan
And laugh when you fall

[Chorus]
Flag Merchants, count your cash
Turning every wound into patriotic trash
Flag Merchants, feed the flame
Selling little wars in the people’s name
You don’t love the land, you love control
You stitch a flag around an empty soul

[Verse]
A kid buys a patch for his ripped-up coat
His father lost work and his mother lost hope
He wants a reason, he wants a side
The merchant gives him someone to despise
She watches the street turn red and blue
Like anger was something the rich men grew
Behind every booth and every chant
There is a hand saying can’t, can’t, can’t

[Pre-Chorus]
They sell you a border
They sell you a scar
They sell you a stranger
To blame who you are

[Chorus]
Flag Merchants, count your cash
Turning every wound into patriotic trash
Flag Merchants, feed the flame
Selling little wars in the people’s name
You don’t love the land, you love control
You stitch a flag around an empty soul

[Interlude]
Buy one lie
Get one free
Hate your neighbor
Trust TV
Buy one lie
Get one free
Wrap the wound
And lose the key

[Bridge]
A flag can be shelter, a song, or a grave
A hand can salute or a hand can save
But when they sell it with a curse and a gun
The cloth gets heavy and blocks out the sun
She tears a poster from a burned-up wall
Reads the fine print underneath it all
Every empire knows this trick
Make the people sick, then sell them sick

[Breakdown]
No sale
No shame
No more
Your game

[Build-up]
No sale
No shame
No more
Your game
No sale
No shame
We know
Your name

[Chorus]
Flag Merchants, count your cash
Turning every wound into patriotic trash
Flag Merchants, feed the flame
Selling little wars in the people’s name
You don’t love the land, you love control
You stitch a flag around an empty soul

[Outro]
Buy the fear, wear the flame
Put a country on your name
The booth comes down, the street still bleeds
The merchant leaves with what he needs