While digesting Reader's Digest
|
In the back of a dirty book store,
|
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
|
Fell out on the floor.
|
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
|
Slapped it on my window shield,
|
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
|
I'd tell her how good I feel.
|
|
[Chorus:]
|
But your flag decal won't get you
|
Into Heaven any more.
|
They're already overcrowded
|
From your dirty little war.
|
Now Jesus don't like killin'
|
No matter what the reason's for,
|
And your flag decal won't get you
|
Into Heaven any more.
|
|
Well, I went to the bank this morning
|
And the cashier he said to me,
|
"If you join the Christmas club
|
We'll give you ten of them flags for free."
|
Well, I didn't mess around a bit
|
I took him up on what he said.
|
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
|
And one on my wife's forehead.
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
Well, I got my window shield so filled
|
With flags I couldn't see.
|
So, I ran the car upside a curb
|
And right into a tree.
|
By the time they got a doctor down
|
I was already dead.
|
And I'll never understand why the man
|
Standing in the Pearly Gates said...
|
|
"But your flag decal won't get you
|
Into Heaven any more.
|
We're already overcrowded
|
From your dirty little war.
|
Now Jesus don't like killin'
|
No matter what the reason's for,
|
And your flag decal won't get you
|
Into Heaven any more."
|
|
-----------------
|
Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore
|
John Prine |