Summerville, SC

Lyrics

[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