Into It. Over It. - Summerville, SC lyrics

A sleeping bag full of too much sh** And you burst right in You almost took the door down Four hundred pounds And a racists drunken rage and you take it Center stage in the middle of the guest room A small town mind with small town values Your veteran ideas we've stopped to mention Standing on a soap box but... No one wants to listen Come on man, it's three a.m. We're using careful words to diffuse the room And then it hits me Finally starting to see the sign 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 Your veteran ideas we've stopped to mention Standing on a soap box but... No one wants to listen Come on man, it's three a.m. 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...