Flyover State lyrics
by Butch Walker
[Intro]
Yeah
One, two, fake news
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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?
[Chorus]
Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way
Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way
[Verse 3]
Sexuality, religion, and politics
Nobody 'round here challenges that list
We'll shoot you and your Judas kiss
It's just the f*ckin' way it is, you know, bro?
(We'll shoot you dead, you motherf*cker)