Standing on the front porch,    looking left and looking right   The bloodhounds out to get me,   I already feel the bite   The rules of the road state,    to hate those who hate   Sleeping in wet coffins,    frozen warnings melt away      But you say no to me,    just quit saying no to me   Just stop saying no to me,    500 times a day see      The billboards on the highway,    are the prophets of today   The roadkill speaks in poems    through ads and through campaigns   The warden has his rifle,    and the sniper's like an owl   I'm hiding in the tall grass    with God and Vernon Howell      But you say no to me,    yes you say no to me   Just quit saying no to me,    500 times a day see