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Red State
Contributed by
Franciswolf
on
Wednesday, 13th December 2006 @ 10:35:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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The service is out
Thirty-nine woman in dresses right down to their calves
Listening only in halves to the public radio station in tune
And don’t boast the room but they take it just the same,
As you pass by their way, their delighted to pray for your soul
But you never stay in control, no that was never their goal
They’re just delighted to have you back
So they can string you up on the Jesus attack,
And you’re passing a confederate flag
By an old garbage bag, overflowing on into the street
There’s a message to meet, but you know it’s too shallow to grow
So you turn the radio up and just drive on into the show
Welcome to the Red State
With decisions made by fate
Where the lovers hate
Where the lesser rate
This is where I grew up
And the war is in
There are a few kids from school
Under societies rule, you remember them a little too well
Back when you considered this hell and now it just seems like a dream
Back on the street there is a bumper sticker show
Of all you know to be wrong, and big posters up high
Stopping a baby to die, unless it’s gay or black of course
And this is the course, you just bite your lip, remember this is why you got away
Heroes exists on the screens of TV’s
Pluto’s and Mickey’s, fundamentalist and the President
And you can’t tell them “Get Bent” this is patriotic turf
You’re a dent in the curve; you’ve always been so take it from me
Welcome to the Red State
With decisions made by fate
Where the lovers hate
Where the lesser rate
This is where I grew up
Nine to Five, twenty to life
And strife from living here too long
You just don’t belong, no the pickup trucks are beeping at you
They’ll run your ass off the road
Before the old, or the soccer mom’s in their s.u.v.’s
No one’s out here to please, no this is the good old boy turf
Where their children all surf, just to stay at the beach
And if you ever thought home was a hallmark card
To defend would be hard; I’ve never been fond of here
But you can be clear; this is just the way it goes
Gospel doesn’t lie, according to 2000-year-old words, it knows
Welcome to the Red State
With decisions made by fate
Where the lovers hate
Where the lesser rate
This is where I grew up
But not where I’ve grown out
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
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2006-12-13 22:35:43] (Date/Time posted on
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