Southern Hospitality

Pull up a chair
Make yourself at home
There's a cooler on the back porch
And dinner's on the stove

Shaking hands with a tic tac smile
Under the couch there's a loaded rifle
Piss me off and the two of you will meet
Steel in your teeth

Southern hospitality
Sins of our fathers have been passed to me
Never question my beliefs
My tradition is the one and only

Welcome to paradise
It's heaven on earth
But if you don't fit the mold
Then you belong in the dirt

Fall in line to our fearless leaders
Paid off preachers and flat broke teachers
Don't you know that ignorance is bliss

Southern hospitality
Sins of our fathers have been passed to me
Never question my beliefs
My tradition is the one and only

Penitent to pestilence
Weaponized to bring the end
This is the end

Southern hospitality
Raising hell through piety

Southern hospitality
You are killing me