Lyrics

Assholes with casseroles
Fine People you know
They're assholes with casseroles
You gotta love them folks.

Blue lights in the mirror,
A chill runs cross your skin
Faster traffic flying by
You got profiled again
Sunday go-to-meeting
Give your cares to God
Come home find the Klan dropped by
Cross burning in your yard

Cuz They're assholes with casseroles ..

Your youngest strung from a tree
Dangling like a fish
Klansman's wife fakes sympathy
Brings a covered dish
Love it or leave it
That's what they say
So how come they're the ones who
Will not go away

Oh yeah - They're assholes with casseroles...

Closest DMV is 3 bus rides away
They moved your polling place
but to where they will not say

Oh yeah - They're assholes with casseroles...