Flyover State Songtext
von Butch Walker

Yeah, 1, 2, fake

Well, I′m on the corner by 7 o'clock
Looking at my father′s watch that time forgot
Trying to scrape off yesterday's mud
With yesterday's drink still in my blood
Well, there′s a routine to this storybook town
Sometimes I cry when no one′s around
Either 'bout my job or wanting a son
Or how my life is halfway done
Are we done?

Ah-ooh, freedom come my way
Ah-ooh, freedom come my way


Sexuality, religion, and politics
Nobody ′round here challenges that list
We'll shoot you and your Judas kiss
It′s just the fucking way it is, you know, bro
Yeah, and at holidays I tolerate
All my fucking annoying cousins from snowflake states
They interrupt my dinner time
With propaganda and knowledge of wine
So I just wear a smile that even the president can't fake
What a time to be alive

Ah-ooh, freedom come my way
Ah-ooh, freedom come my way

Well, some radio DJ named "The Grinder"
Is laughing on cue at a bad joke
While playing my favorite song from 1998 on repeat
I want whatever they′re drinking at 6 AM
Because I feel like shit, honestly
Sorry, I misspoke, I meant I wouldn't
I win, fuck it, get over it

Ah-ooh, freedom come my way
Ah-ooh, freedom come my way
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight