I hate the estate sign, the one right off of Cimarron drive

its a trailer park so that's a lie, older than time

filled with confederate flags and plastic bags

but at least the view is magnificent... cow-fields and picket fences

these feelings and thoughts leave me defenseless and alone

I can't believe I almost called this home

Oklahoma is an empty place

small towns and hills are all you can see

incompetent government and ruined city streets

where the hell do our tax dollars go?

I'd bet not even Mary Fallen knows

Racism runs rampant

hand in hand with homophobic beliefs

and a quiet misogyny

cans of beer and growing weeds

cigarette buds and sunflower seeds

fish guts and memories on the banks of creeks

despite all these words about the things that I hate

I can't help but to still love this place