The Devil is My Running Mate

The devil is my running mate

This here is his favorite state

He's sorry you folks had to wait

He always likes to show up late

No, that ain't a rainbow, son

It's streetlamps on petroleum

Let's pull in here and get us some

Supplies are running out now

It ain't the reason for the war

That's meanness, boy, and nothing more

They tried to do this all before

But Daddy wouldn't let them

Sometimes I don't know what I got into

And sometimes I can't stand to read my name

Sometimes I can only hear their voices

Casting me back from where I came

The devil is my running mate

Confusion is his favorite state

Surely you folks can relate

I know we've gathered here to hate

It doesn't matter who we blame

As long as you all hear a name

All them bastards look the same

Everyone is guilty

Everybody look away

Look away, look away

It doesn't matter what I say

It's what I do that's shifty

Sometimes I don't know what we got into

Sometimes I don't think I know a thing

Sometimes I can't even see the trees now

For the flames, for the flames

The devil is my running mate

This here is his favorite state

There ain't no other candidate

It wouldn't matter anyway

The devil is my running mate

The devil is my running mate

The devil is my running mate