Easy: Some folks were born made to wave the flag. Ooh they’re red white and blue. And when the band plays “Hail to the Chief,” Ooh they point the cannon at you, Lord. [i] [/i] Medium: They say freak when you’re singled out. The red. It filters through. So lay down the threat is real when his sight goes red again. Seeing red again. [i] [/i] Hard: She turned away what was she lookin’ at? She was a sour girl the day that she met me. Hey, what are you lookin’ at? She was a happy girl the day that she left me. [i] [/i] Insane: So much blood I'm starting to drown It runs from cold to colder Time to time the skies come down And help me lose my way Tears and lies for answers You and open veins God knows I'm gone Girl I just want you to Come on down [i] [/i] Good luck, sport (bonus, if you get this one or look it up, which is CHEATING, hope you dig it as much as I do. It’s not meaningful or anything. Just a fun ass song to jam to): You're a big screen drama queen Wind her up and watch her scream So cold but so hot You're no class white trash Royal pain right in the ass But I'm here to stay So bombs away