A Good Old Fashioned Town

The nearer the border The higher they hoist the flag Like the father of the house wants the world to know The race he'd like his daughters to shag And the louder they sing their anthem The more likely their history graced With that badge kissing, fanfare blowing Idiot painted face Everyone stands up When they hear those trumpets sound Everyone stand up In a good old fashioned town If you can't tell what they're singing It's usually who they'd like to drown In a flag waving, chest beating Good old fashioned town When someone starts a sentence With "I'm not racist but" You that the sentence is bound to end With where they think they should be put So next time you hear them singing Of a land so free and brave You know the place they hang their flag Is where they hung their slave Flying flag is just another way The insecure announce they're here to stay So if you love your country and love your fellow man Display please as quietly as you can