Summerville, SC

[Verse 1]

A sleeping bag full of too much shit

And you burst right in

You almost took the door down

Four hundred pounds

And a racist drunken rage and you’re taking

[Chorus]

Center stage in the middle of the guest room

A small town mind with small town values

Confederate ideas with size to match them

Standing on a soap box but

No one wants to listen

Come on, man, it’s 3 AM

We’re using careful words to diffuse the room

And then it hits me

[Verse 2]

Finally starting to see the sound

In discomfort for what it really is

I’ve got the nerve

To shut your mouth

But not the size or strength

[Chorus]

And you’re still center stage in the middle of the guest room

A small town mind with smaller values

Confederate ideas with size to match them

Standing on a soap box but

No one wants to listen

Come on, man, it’s 3 AM

We’re using careful words to diffuse the room

And then it hit me

[Bridge]

Someone should just burn this house to the ground

‘Cause I’d rather be engulfed in flames

Then have to hang out with a bigot like you

Before I go to sleep

[Outro]

Someone should burn this house to the ground

Someone should burn this house to the ground

Someone should burn this house to the ground