"Summerville, SC" lyrics

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

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