Lyrics: Jillian Lavin/Brian Wight
Music: Jillian Lavin/Brian Wight
You pay all your taxes
Never skip the line
Do you think that makes you
A stand up guy?
Missed my sister’s wedding
Couldn’t make the flight
Exceeds your carbon budget
Oh that’s right
I’d say baby good for you
But it just looks like an excuse
Good luck in Texas
Home of all the holier-than-thou
You’re no exception
Building all your walls
To keep me out
Take your moral compass
Leave me in the dark
Yeah I can find my way
With just a heart
Go on get your kicks, go save a fish
Then end the night
With an upturned nose
And a girl that you made cry
I’d say baby, kumbaya
But you know what, you can **** right off
Good luck in Texas
Home of all the holier-than-thou
You’re no exception
Building all your walls
To keep me out
Enjoy your big fat American Dream
On your 90 oil acres with your tech salary
Yeah you call yourself a communist
You love equality
Baby try that shit in Russia
Can’t retire at 33
You don’t want to make a difference
Or anything that lasts
Long as you can go to sleep
Knowing you’ve wiped your own ass, baby
I’m no crusader, I just want a life with love!
But you think you’re so much better
And that’s the shit that keeps me up
Good luck in Texas
Home of all the holier-than
Bet you’ll make a ton of new friends
Good luck in Texas
Home of all the holier-than-thou
You’re no exception
Building all your walls
To keep me out
To keep me out
Good luck in Texas