Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue They crawl along Dying to get my blood on you Blood on you I can be your right of way So we can get out of here I've always been the one

Red dirt roads and big tire toys, Country girls and redneck boys, Carolina moon is big and bright, Sumter County Friday Night! Jeep tires burn my driveway black, Got my John Deere hat turned back. Brother says there's gonna be a fight, Sumter County

In the beginning Good always overpowered the evils Of all man's sins... But in time The nations grew weak And our cities fell to slums While evil stood strong In the dusts of hell Lurked the blackest of hates For he whom they feared

You with your switchblade posse I'll get my guns from the south We'll take to the yard like a cock fight For kicks, who's struttin' now? Huff men don't take no nonsense He's here to rectify He's got his black belt buckle And the red mans fire in his eyes

You found me dressed in black Hiding way up at the back Life had broken my heart into pieces You took my hand in yours You started breaking down my walls And you covered my heart in kisses I thought life passed me by Missed my tears, ignored my cries

You're living in a time machine Oh what are you gonna do And the fire of burning yesterdays Can only light the way To lead you from The garden of the dark When there's a part of you That needs to run with the wind Stay out of shadows

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

I don't belong here Well it's a cold world And I'm in the middle Caught in the in-between So I'm writing to you It's wrong here Where I'm sending you some Letters from earth, yeah Well it's a new world

Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here (Ya dig) New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Yeah) Fuck a protest let's start a moshpit No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Uh-huh) Fuck a protest let's start a moshpit (Fuck a protest)