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Red State

Contributed by Franciswolf on Wednesday, 13th December 2006 @ 10:35:43 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

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 dont 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
Theyre just delighted to have you back
So they can string you up on the Jesus attack,

And youre passing a confederate flag
By an old garbage bag, overflowing on into the street
Theres a message to meet, but you know its 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 its 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 TVs
Plutos and Mickeys, fundamentalist and the President
And you cant tell them Get Bent this is patriotic turf
Youre a dent in the curve; youve 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 dont belong, no the pickup trucks are beeping at you

Theyll run your ass off the road
Before the old, or the soccer moms in their s.u.v.s
No ones 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; Ive never been fond of here
But you can be clear; this is just the way it goes
Gospel doesnt 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 Ive grown out

Copyright © Franciswolf ... [ 2006-12-13 22:35:43]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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