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 race from the fire for eternal life Or they'll Take your mind just to strip your faith And they'll starve you with nothing that you already And they'll compliment just to break you down Spin you in circles running around and round Good Old People live Good Old People A 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 A counterfeit people coming to dominate And they'll get you high just to greet you down Spin you in circles moving round and round Good Old People live Good Old People give Good Old People can't drive And maybe that's why good people die Maybe that's why Maybe that's why Maybe that's why Good Old People Good Old People Good Old People live Good Old People give Good Old People can't drive And maybe that's why good people die, yeah