Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore

While digesting Reader's Digest
 In the back of the 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
 Slapped it on my window shield
 And if I could find ol' Betsy Ross
 I'd tell her how good I feel
 But, your flag decal won't get you
 Into Heaven any more
 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 any more
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 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 of them 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 any more
 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 any more
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 Well, I got my window shield so filled
 With flags I couldn't see
 So, I ran the car upside a curb
 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 any more
 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 any more