C
 Well while digesting Reader's Digest
         C7                   F
 In the back of a dirty book store,

 A flag decal, with gum on the back,
                  C
 Fell out on the floor.

 So I picked it up and I ran outside
        C7                  F
 And I slapped on my windowshield,

 And if I could see old Betsy Ross now
    G                   C
 I tell her how good I feel.

[Chorus]
                  F
      Oh but your flag decal won't get you
            C
      Into Heaven any more.
                 G
      They're already overcrowded
                 F            C
      From your dirty little wars.
           F
      Now Jesus he don't like killin'
                 C
      No matter what the reason if for,
                G
      And your flag decal won't get you
            G7         C
      Into Heaven any more.

[Verse 1]
          C
 (Well) I went into the bank this morning
          C7                F
 and the teller she said to me,

 "If you join our Chrismas club
                                       C
 we'll give you ten of those flags for free."

 So I didn't mess around a bit
       C7                        F
 and I took her up on what she said.

 And I stuck those stickers all over my car
     G                      C 
 And one on my wife's forehead.

[Chorus]
                  F
      Oh but your flag decal won't get you
            C
      Into Heaven any more.
                 G
      They're already overcrowded
                 F            C
      From your dirty little wars.
           F
      Now Jesus he don't like killin'
                 C
      No matter what the reason if for,
                G
      And your flag decal won't get you
            G7         C
      Into Heaven any more.

[Verse 2]
           C
 (Well) I got my car so stickered up
     C7           F
 That I couldn't see.

 Then I ran it right upside a curb
                       c
 And then right into a tree.
                                   C
 By the time they called a doctor down
c7             f   
 I was already dead.
          
 And I'll never understand why the man
G                             C                  
 Standing at the Pearly Gates said...


[Final Chorus]
                         F
            Oh but your flag decal won't get you
                  C
            Into Heaven any more.
                     G
            We're already overcrowded
                        F           C
            From your dirty little wars.
                 F
            Now Jesus he don't like killin'
                       C
            No matter what the reason is for,
                      G
            And your flag decal won't get you
                   G7       C  
            Into Heaven any more.