G.O.P.

Silver blue hair and a cane in her hand

Living to die in the promised land

Handing out flyers for the coming of Christ

She says raise from the fire for eternal life

Or they'll take your mind and they'll strip your faith

And they'll starve you with nothing that you already ate

And they'll compliment just to break you down

Spin you in circles running round and round

Good ole people live

Good ole people

Coke bottle glasses and a smile on his face

He stands on the comer screaming don't mix the race

Commanding all the children to confess all their sins

Then he beats his wife with a bottle of Gin

And they'll whip your mind just to strip your faith

Counterfeit people coming to dominate

And they'll get you high just to greet you down

Spin you in circles running round and round

Good ole people live

Good ole people give

But good ole people can't drive

And maybe that's why good ole people die

Maybe that's why

Good ole people live

Good ole people give

Good ole people can't drive

Maybe that's why good ole people die