Lily McKown - Flowers in Texas Lyrics

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
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