Well while digesting Reader's Digest

In the back of a dirty book store,

A flag decal, with gum on the back,

Fell out on the floor.

So I picked it up and I ran outside

And I slapped on my windowshield,

And if I could see old Betsy Ross now

I tell her how good I feel.



Chorus

Oh but your flag decal won't get you

Into Heaven any more.

They're already overcrowded

From your dirty little wars.

Now Jesus he don't like killin'

No matter what the reason is for,

And your flag decal won't get you

Into Heaven any more.



(Well) I went into the bank this morning

and the teller she said to me,

"If you join our Chrismas club

we'll give you ten of those flags for free."

So I didn't mess around a bit

and I took her up on what she said.

And I stuck those stickers

all over my car And one on my wife's forehead.



Chorus

Oh but your flag decal won't get you

Into Heaven any more.

They're already overcrowded

From your dirty little wars.

Now Jesus he don't like killin'

No matter what the reason is for,

And your flag decal won't get you

Into Heaven any more.



(Well) I got my car so stickered up

That I couldn't see.

Then I ran it right upside a curb

And then right into a tree.

By the time they called a doctor down

I was already dead.

And I'll never understand why the man

Standing at the Pearly Gates said...



Oh but your flag decal won't get you

Into Heaven any more.

We're already overcrowded

From your dirty little wars.

Now Jesus he don't like killin'

No matter what the reason is for,

And your flag decal won't get you

Into Heaven any more.