God Hates Flags

There you are, hogging the front page
Drawing blanks when thinking of sin's wage
If everyone is falling short
Some humbleness is overdue
If I wished your face got stabbed
Would I be just as bent as you?

There's a chip that's on my shoulder
Sucking us into quicksand
The temperature is getting colder
A backwards ticking second hand

There you go bullying again
Stealing the spotlight from better men
If God is love, you've got it wrong
Waving all your placards and flags
The very fact that you're alive says God must also love douchebags

There's a chip that's on my shoulder
Sucking us into quicksand
The temperature is getting colder
A backwards ticking second hand

There's a chip that's on my shoulder
Sucking us into quicksand
The temperature is getting colder
A backwards ticking second hand

And the only saving grace
We only ever need speak of
If ever there's a question
The answer is to love
The answer is to love

There's a chip that's on my shoulder
Sucking us into quicksand
The temperature is getting colder
A backwards ticking second hand

There's a chip that's on my shoulder
Sucking us into quicksand
The temperature is getting colder
A backwards ticking second hand