Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven, John Prine

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 ran outside and slapped it on my windowshield.
And If I could see ol’ Betsy Ross I’d tell her how good I feel.

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    But, your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore.
    They’re already overcrowded from your dirty little war.
    Now Jesus don’t like killin’ no matter what the reasons for.
    And your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore.

Well, I went to the bank this morning and the cashier said to me
If you join the Christmas Club we'll give you ten of them flags for free.
I didn’t mess a round a bit I took him up on what he said
And stuck them stickers all over my car and one on my wife’s forehead.

Chorus

Well, I got my windshield so filled with flags I couldn’t see
So I ran my 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…

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