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 went outside And slapped it on my window shield And if I could see ol' Betsy Ross I'd tell her how good I feel But your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore 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 anymore 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 little 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 anymore 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 anymore 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 anymore 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 anymore Songwriter: John Prine