Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore

While dige[G]sting Reader's Digest
In the ba[C]ck of a dirty book store,
A pl[D7]astic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the fl[G]oor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped on my windowshi[C]eld,
And if [D7]I could see old Betsy Ross
I tell her how good I f[G]eel.

Chorus:
But your f[C]lag decal won't get you
Into He[G]aven any more.
They're al[D7]ready overcrowded
From your di[G]rty little w[G7]ar.
Now Je[C]sus don't like killin'
No matter w[G]hat the reason's for,
And your f[D7]lag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any m[G]ore. [Bb] [C] [D7]

Well, I w[G]ent to the bank this morning
And the cas[C]hier he said to me,
"I[D7]f you join the Chrismas club
We'll give you ten of them flags for fr[G]ee."
Well, I didn't mess around a bit
I t[G7]ook her up on what he s[C]aid.
And I st[D7]uck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife's foreh[G]ead.

Repeat Chorus:

Well, I g[G]ot my windowshield so filled
With flags I couldn't s[C]ee.
So, I r[D7]an the car upside a curb
And right into a tr[G]ee.
By the time they got a doctor down
[G]I was already d[C]ead.
And I'll ne[D7]ver understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates sa[G]id...

But your f[C]lag decal won't get you
Into He[G]aven any more.
We're al[D7]ready overcrowded
From your di[G]rty little w[G7]ar.
Now Je[C]sus don't like killin'
No matter w[G]hat the reason's for,
And your f[D7]lag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any m[G]ore. [C] [G]