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Summerville, SCA sleeping bag full of too much shitAnd you burst right in You almost took the door down Four hundred pounds And a racist drunken rage and you're taking 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 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 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 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 Someone should burn this house to the ground Someone should burn this house to the ground Someone should burn this house to the ground |