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