Flyover State
Well I'm on the corner by 7 o'clock
Looking at my father's watch that time forgot
Trying to scrape off yesterday's mud
With yesterday's drinks still in my blood
There's a routine to this songbook town
Sometimes I cry when no one's around
Either about my job or wantin' a son
Or how my life is halfway done
Are we done?
Ooooooohhhh
Freedom dumb my way
Ooooooohhhh
Freedom dumb my way
Sexuality, religion, politics,
Nobody round here challenges that list
We'll shoot you and your Judas kiss
It's just the fucking way it is, you know bro?
At holidays I tolerate
Those annoying cousins from snowflake states
They interrupt my dinner time
With propaganda and knowledge of wine
So I just wear a smile that even a president can't fake
What a time to be alive!
Ooooooohhhh
Freedom dumb my way
Ooooooohhhh
Freedom dumb my way
Well some radio DJ named The Grinder is laughing on cue at a bad joke while playing my favorite song from 1998 on repeat
I want whatever they are drinking at 6 AM because I feel like shit honestly
Sorry I misspoke I meant I wouldn't, I win, fuck it, get over it
Ooooooohhhh
Freedom dumb my way
Ooooooohhhh
Freedom dumb my way
