| Song | Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore |
| Artist | John Prine |
| Album | The Singing Mailman Delivers |
| 作词 : Prine | |
| While digesting reader's digest | |
| In the back of a 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 on my window shield, | |
| And if i could see old betsy ross | |
| I tell her how good i feel. | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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. | |
| Well, i went to the bank this morning | |
| And the cashier he 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 her up on what he said. | |
| And i stuck them stickers all over my car | |
| And one on my wife's forehead. | |
| Repeat chorus: | |
| Well, i got my window shield so filled | |
| With flags i couldn't see. | |
| So, i ran the car upside a curb | |
| And 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. |
| zuò cí : Prine | |
| While digesting reader' s digest | |
| In the back of a 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 on my window shield, | |
| And if i could see old betsy ross | |
| I tell her how good i feel. | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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. | |
| Well, i went to the bank this morning | |
| And the cashier he 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 her up on what he said. | |
| And i stuck them stickers all over my car | |
| And one on my wife' s forehead. | |
| Repeat chorus: | |
| Well, i got my window shield so filled | |
| With flags i couldn' t see. | |
| So, i ran the car upside a curb | |
| And 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. |