Fancy Dutch

All of our things antiquing in Yoe

Like my brother's wedding

Rings that hit the floor

There's a hammer by the fridge

My greatest granddad traded it in

Man, he made it with his hands

And now it's sat

There for thirty-four dollars

His union suit for sale, hung up

By a book on the Iroquois

Don't eat yourself full

Don't eat yourself full

There's cake back yet

There's cake back yet

Don't eat yourself full

All worn out things

Out of the window

Seems like plastic guns

Shot us right in the foot

Now I'm down to medicate

A dab will do ya in some sunshine

Man, I hardly feel American

But I got a paper that says so

Man, I hardly feel American

But I got a paper

That's telling me, I am

Hush, I'm a man

With the land as an athame

Fancy Dutch, fall on your knees

Tellin' nobody nothin'

About your home

Watched it fill with greed

On Mason-Dixon lines