Things are different in the South
Church is the best, the number one
The Confederate flag waves all proud
And sometimes all I want is to run

I'm lucky I don't live too far
From an accepting city for queers
I'm not sure how'd I do
In places much less accepting than here

It's very white and Christian here
And a lot of southern hate persists
And it's a guessing game of who and who
On who gives me hugs or gives me fists

I am loved a lot by my church
And even more by the youth
And I am ever grateful for their love
And I'm myself in God's truth

I am a child of God you see
But others want to dispute it
How can I love a God like him
When I love girls with a flutter and flit

And I believed them, all their lies
That I was no longer a child of God
But rather a sinner in the deepest hell
That all my learning had been a fraud

Do you know how awful you are?
To tell a child that she'll burn in hell
For sinning sins in the same book
You sin and claim you know well

I am not the devil
I am a child of God who loves me
Christ died for me so I may be forgiven
And you can't change the Bible you see

I love God
I am a child of God
But not in your eyes
Not in your eyes