Appomattox Aberration

Spoken southern narrated Intro: "Folks, gather ’round. Now, history says the Civil W*r ended over a hundred and fifty years ago… but down in some hollers, the clocks stopped ticking. They still think waving a rag makes ‘em free, still shooting at cans, still acting like the world owes ’em something. Welcome to the Appomattox Aberration." Verse 1 Down in the holler, dirt under my boots, Still waving that rag, clinging to old roots. History says “move on,” but they don’t give a damn, Shooting at cans, acting like some old-time clan. Moonshine flowing, pickup trucks roar, Redneck stupidity from the ceiling to the floor. Talking ‘bout glory that they’ll never see, Stuck in a past that died back in ‘63. Chorus Appomattox Aberration, thinking they’re free, Flying Confederate flags like idiots in ‘63. Redneck fools in their camouflage hats, Still spitting out hate, still tipping the cats. Appomattox Aberration, stuck in the past, Laughing at the world, thinking they’ll always last. Verse 2 BBQ smoke and beer cans in the ditch, Old Jim still bragging ‘bout some lost-a*s pitch. Talking pride and honor, yeah, all that crap, But it’s just hate and ignorance, ain’t that a trap? They say “heritage, not hate,” what a joke, Still calling folks names, poking the woke. World’s moving on, but they’re frozen in time, Living proof evolution skipped a few lines. Chorus Appomattox Aberration, thinking they’re free, Flying Confederate flags like idiots in ‘63. Redneck fools in their camouflage hats, Still spitting out hate, still tipping the cats. Appomattox Aberration, stuck in the past, Laughing at the world, thinking they’ll always last. Bridge Civilization’s rolling, they’re stuck in the mud, Trading sense for nonsense, drinking their b***d. W*r’s been over, history done, But these fools still think they run. Shooting up the sky, raising hell in the heat, Living the same story, same repeat. Verse 3 Neighbors complain, cops roll their eyes, They’ll swear till death that the South never dies. But it’s just hate and ignorance, thick as tar, Dumbass brigade, worshipping a scar. Keep your flags, keep your backward parade, We’ll be laughing at you from the shade. Modern world’s moving, but you’re frozen and numb, Appomattox Aberration—stuck in the slum. Chorus / Outro Appomattox Aberration, thinking they’re free, Flying Confederate flags like idiots in ‘63. Redneck fools in their camouflage hats, Still spitting out hate, still tipping the cats. Appomattox Aberration, stuck in the past, Laughing at the world, thinking they’ll always last. Spoken southern narrated Outro: "So there you have it. The w*r’s over, the world moved on… but some folks are still trapped in yesterday, waving their flags, shooting their cans, and thinking the world owes them a damn thing. That, my friends, is the Appomattox Aberration."