"G.O.P." lyrics - BETH HART

Silver blue hair & a cane in her hand
Living to die in the promised land
Handing out flyers for the coming of Christ
She says raise from the fire for eternal life
Or they'll
Take your mind and they'll strip your faith
And they'll starve you with nothin' that you already ate
And they'll compliment just to break you down
Spin you in circles runnin' round and round
Good Ole People live
Good Ole People
Coke bottle glasses & a smile on his face
He stands on the comer screamin' don't mix the race
Commanding all the children to confess all their sins
Then he beats his wife with a bottle of Gin
And they'll
Whip your mind just to strip your faith
Counterfeit people comin' to dominate
And they'll get you high just to greet you down
Spin you in circles movin' round and round
Good Ole People live
Good Ole People give
But Good Ole People can't drive
And maybe that's why Good Ole People die