Lee Bains Iii & The Glory Fires Dereconstructed
We were raised on ancient truths
And ugly old lies
But I learned how to say a firm “No sir,”
Looking in them old yellow eyes
Looking in them old hateful eyes
We were whooped with the Good Book
Wound up shamed, sorry and worse
But I yearned to burn the wrath out of every chapter
And water the love in every verse
Water the love in every verse
Dereconstructed
Dereconstructed, y'all
They wanted meth labs and mobile homes
They wanted moonlight and magnolias
We gave them songs about taking your own damn stand
In spite of those who'd define and control you
Dereconstructed
Dereconstructed, y'all
