Ain't Whistling Dixie

Here come the earthquakes
Here come the floods
Here comes the austerity of nowhere to hide
Here comes the confederacy of being taken for a ride
And dropped off a cliff, or thrown overboard, whatever
Here come the tropics and generalissimos
Here come the goons

It's now more southern here than ever
Cuz the South isn't geographic anymore

Are you old enough to remember rivers catching on fire?
No? Well then, they may see to it they're cool and go viral
I would not put that past them
Here comes the fear of not being able to fall asleep
Here comes the floods of anxieties

It's now more southern here than ever
Cuz the south isn't geographic anymore

I ain't whistling Dixie. I ain't whistling Dixie
I ain't whistling Dixie, stranded on this garbage barge
I ain't whistling Dixie, ablaze inside this dumpster fire
I'm burning up and full of stink
One of us is going to blink
Cuz we ain't going down with the ship
We ain't going down with the ship
Someone's gonna throw us overboard
(We just don't know when) in a reborn Antebellum

Here come the earthquakes
Here come the floods
Here comes some panic
Here come the tropics
Here come the goons

It's now more southern here than ever
Cuz the south isn't geographic anymore