Flyover State

Yeah
One, two, fake news

Well, I'm on the corner by seven o'clock
Looking at my father's watch that time forgot
Trying to scrape off yesterday's mud
While yesterday's drinks still in my blood

Well, there's a routine to this storybook town
Sometimes I cry when no one's around
Either 'bout my job or wantin' a son
Or how my life is halfway done
Are we done?

Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way
Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way

Sexuality, religion, and politics
Nobody 'round here challenges that list
We'll shoot you and your Judas kiss
It's just the fuckin' way it is, you know, bro?
(We'll shoot you dead, you motherfucker)

Yeah, and at holidays I tolerate
All my fucking annoying cousins from snowflake states
Well, they interrupt my dinner time
With propaganda and knowledge of wine
So I just wear a smile that even a president can't fake
What a time to be alive

Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way
Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way


Well, some radio DJ named The Grinder
Is laughing on cue at a bad joke
While playing my favorite song from 1998
On repeat (Closing time)
I want whatever they're drinking at six a.m
Because I feel like shit, honestly
Sorry, I misspoke, I meant I wouldn't
I win, fuck it, get over it

Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way
Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way

Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
(In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight)
Freedom-dumb my way
Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
(In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight)
Freedom-dumb my way, yeah