Preachin From The Cheap Seats

Every year, like clockwork, someone climbs up on their social media soapbox to tell you that watching the Super Bowl means you’re wasting your life. Well, here’s our response—wrapped in a feel-good, stadium-shaking, 2010s country anthem.

Because last we checked, freedom means choosing your own fun. So fire up the grill, grab some wings, and enjoy the game—without the guilt trip. If they don’t like it, they can scroll on by.

Lyrics:

Well, look who’s back on my feed again,
Talkin’ down from their soapbox stand.
Typin’ real hard from that high horse,
Guess they’re savin’ the world, of course.

They say if you’re watchin’ the game tonight,
You're wastin' your life, ain't livin' it right.
But last I checked, ain't freedom mean,
We all get to choose what fun might be?

So crack a cold one, fire up the grill,
Root for your team, yeah, have your fill.
A little fun don’t make you blind,
Ain't a sin to just unwind.
You can march, you can fight, you can take a stand,
But ain't nobody changin’ hearts with a preachin’ hand.
So if they don’t like it, they can scroll on by,
While we touch down, baby, and live our life.

Ain't it funny how they scream ‘get real,’
While they tweet their truth from a Wi-Fi shield?
Sayin' "you should care more, open your eyes,"
But tell me who made ‘em the ref of my life?

They say if you’re watchin’ the game tonight,
You're wastin' your life, ain't livin' it right.
But last I checked, ain't freedom mean,
We all get to choose what fun might be?

So crack a cold one, fire up the grill,
Root for your team, yeah, have your fill.
A little fun don’t make you blind,
Ain't a sin to just unwind.
You can march, you can fight, you can take a stand,
But ain't nobody changin’ hearts with a preachin’ hand.
So if they don’t like it, they can scroll on by,
While we touch down, baby, and live our life.

Hey, we know the world ain't perfect,
Yeah, there's battles to be won.
But maybe takin' a breath, watchin' the game,
Ain't the reason it ain't done.

So crack a cold one, fire up the grill,
Root for your team, yeah, have your fill.
A little fun don’t make you blind,
Ain't a sin to just unwind.
You can march, you can fight, you can take a stand,
But ain't nobody changin’ hearts with a preachin’ hand.
So if they don’t like it, they can scroll on by,
While we touch down, baby, and live our life.

"Guess I’ll just go waste my life with some wings and a big ol’ screen… y’all enjoy that self-righteous glow."