Get Me Out of God's Country
Mike Truck
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The boys on the radio sing 'bout the working man
While they kiss the boots of the billionaire clan
They'll cry about taxes and raisin' minimum wage
Then vote for the suits that keep 'em enslaved
Oh they love the poor from a penthouse view
Sing about struggle in designer boots
But say he loves him and watch 'em lose
Their goddamn minds in their pearl-white shoes
Trigger the radio, watch 'em squirm
One little word and the whole thing burns
Sing about Jesus or whiskey or trucks
But mention two cowboys and they're mad as fuck
So get me out of God's country
Where the preachers lie and the poor stay hungry
They'll write songs about dirt roads and factory pain
While they board their goddamn private plane
Sell you"hard times" with a platinum chain
And a million dollar smile full of cocaine
They'll call you a faggot for using your brain
And talk about college with utter disdain
If this is god's country can someone explain
Why so many folks have gone fucking insane
It's all"we the people" 'til the people ain't straight
All"pull them bootstraps" while they rig the game
They'll sell you a flag and call it truth
Then tell you how to act in the voting booth
So trigger the radio, let it bleed
They'll burn your books cuz the bible's all you need
It's all three chords and the truth they claim
Till the truth don't fit their factory frame
So get me out of God's country
Where the songs are safe and the minds stay empty