Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
Into It. Over It.
[Verse 1]
A sleeping bag full of too much shit
And you burst right in
You almost took the door down
Four hundred pounds
And a racist drunken rage and you’re taking
[Chorus]
Center stage in the middle of the guest room
A small town mind with small town values
Confederate ideas with size to match them
Standing on a soap box but
No one wants to listen
Come on, man, it’s 3 AM
We’re using careful words to diffuse the room
And then it hits me
[Verse 2]
Finally starting to see the sound
In discomfort for what it really is
I’ve got the nerve
To shut your mouth
But not the size or strength
[Chorus]
And you’re still center stage in the middle of the guest room
A small town mind with smaller values
Confederate ideas with size to match them
Standing on a soap box but
No one wants to listen
Come on, man, it’s 3 AM
We’re using careful words to diffuse the room
And then it hit me
[Bridge]
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
[Outro]
Someone should burn this house to the ground
Someone should burn this house to the ground
Someone should burn this house to the ground
Summerville, SC was written by Evan Thomas Weiss.
Into It. Over It. released Summerville, SC on Tue Aug 09 2011.