Flowers in Texas

Well It's illegal to pick The flowers in Texas My Dad works every hour he can Cause there's hope in someone else's promised land And an envelope in your hand At the end of the month We're watching sea level rise Like boiling water Breaking your own body To save someone else's bones A high rise home will replace a house of stone Someone built with their hands You deserve to dig your own grave And to piss on the state On your license plate And still be welcome back home Now home is just a feeling not a spot Your face I still remember But your voice I have forgot Tomorrow you will be renamed Or carved out for the interstate And I'll love you for an hour or less Then put you gently to rest You deserve to dig your own grave And to piss on the state On your license plate And still be welcome back home Still be welcome back home Still be welcome back home Home