Into It. Over It. – Summerville, SC lyrics

[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