Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore

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 I ran outside

And slapped it on my window shield

And if I could see ol' Betsy Ross

I'd tell her how good I feel

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 reason's 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 little flags for free."

Well, I didn't mess around a bit

I took him up on what he said

And I stuck them stickers all over my car

And one on my wife's forehead

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 reason's for

And your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore

Well, I got my windshield so filled

With flags, I couldn't see

So I ran the 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

But your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore

We're already overcrowded from your dirty little war

Now, Jesus don't like killin', no matter what the reason's for

And your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore