Good Ol' Boys Songtext
von Institute

Childhood near whites with money
Close to the running pack
Uniformity cut and cut into my back
You wouldn′t hear them say
You can't be gay
But it was just so safe to assume that′d it never really be ok


They breathe, they breathe in a comfort marred in hate
Watching good ol' boys buy into a southern state
The explicit bigotry of the powers that be
With the gaul to ignore a dismantling of history

So ignorant
You, you, the bourgeois
The housewife unkowingly perpetuating her mother's bigotry
The husband racism, the vile inheritance
A baton handoff hidden in daylight for my old friends
For a sense of normalcy, for comfort, for convenience
The hypocrisy!
This horrible country, the things we tolerate
Your people running it accepting money with no interest in love