Give me a song about the old home town
Some of us never had one
Some of us wish we never did
Hole in the wall where the upright
Still uphold that racism is right
Company burg for the mine the Navy
The distribution center
Get your pole
Get in that hole
Where women share instructions
For silencing a satanic bible
That howls atop the TV
During a devotional broadcast
Where the big box store
Sells two-stroke leaf blowers and the ingredients
Needed for a healthy lawn in the clay
And the dollar store blue boxes
For whipping up the mac and cheese
Now fortified with gypsum
And apple sauce enriched with lead
And you can get a chicken sandwich
And a beverage in styrofoam
No do-rags allowed and all music except rap
Saving up for a Challenger
Or easy terms on an eight-year note
Trying to make it into cheerleader camp
Xanax spelled Xanak
Aspire to agribusiness
Raise the monoculture point woods
Sustain the monoculture point people
Where everybody believes
Where everybody is made to believe
Nothing matters except what I want
And you gotta wanna win
Nothing matters