Sacramental Narcotics

Enjoy your summer in hell

Nashville

In a coupe deville

I swear we drove through

An oil spill

And the shacks on the roadside

Trade hats for water jugs

Tennessee

In a beat up dart

Weeds roll it dark in these parts

The lines on the road could screw like the steeple chase

I don't want to go to jail

I don't want to go to jail

I don't want to go to jail

And say I'm poor

Sound the alarm inside

Give me some time to hide

Ring the alarm

Ring the alarm

Sound the alarm inside

You're rich

You're rich

You're a wealthy miser

Atop a hill of pennies, too high to find her

And my love shines just like a golden tooth

Camomile for nerves of steel

You mass market your mass appeal

And the devil riding shotgun prays for summer in hell

I don't want to go to jail

I don't want to go to jail

I don't want to go to jail

And say I'm poor

Sound the alarm inside

Give me some time to hide

Ring the alarm

Ring the alarm

Sound the alarm inside

Nashville

In a coupe deville

I swear we drove through

An oil spill

And the shacks on the roadside

Trade hats for water jugs

I don't want to go to jail

I don't want to go to jail

I don't want to go to jail

And say I'm poor

Sound the alarm inside

Give me some time to hide

Ring the alarm

Ring the alarm

Sound the alarm inside

Enjoy your summer in hell