Psychic Graveyard - Scar in the Shape of the United States Lyrics

I loved her a girl
Who had a scar in the shape of the United States


She said it was an accident from a past life


Her north was always right
Her south was always wrong
To stop the fighting, I sewed a flag for both sides


We talked about moving to a Florida
We'd get suntans and grow muscles
Our anger would be beautiful


We'd make up lies about Canada
We'd drive pickup trucks and do talk radio
Our hate would be adorable


We'll die with bloated bodies, we'll leave our children with the mess