Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around

Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind 'Cause I'm an Indian outlaw I'm an Indian outlaw All my friends call me Bear Claw The Village Cheaftin' is my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-maw She makes him walk the line

Head, cars, bending Drink, fuck, spew Telephone you If you're alone in your room, what's that boy doing? Keep your voice low Stop looking at my friends They get exactly what you say Can we go now? Not staying 'til the end

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

Sayin' heaven had it out to make you wings And all those things that you were gonna do Are just tear drops rainin' on a church pew pew So I'm gonna try to say before I gotta pray it Hopin' that he's lookin' down And tell him that I love him while he's still

Thank God for hometowns Thank God for the county lines that welcome you back in When you were dying to get out Thank God for church pews And all the faces that won’t forget you You got somewhere to go and get found And when you’re lost out in this crazy

Wish I could find forgiveness It ain't hiding in no bottle on a shelf I can't feel it on some Sunday morning pew pew The peace I need so desperately Is buried in the one place I can't get to Girl, it's gotta come from you Or lying in the bed of someone else

Evil people with evil minds Slaughter their victims with ripping knives They should be caught and put to death Strapped to the chair, they should die there Blood spewing from their eyes As you hear their sinful cries Destroy their evil minds We should

Why doesn't she need him for a father? Not only maidens can occupy my shack Goring my manhood turns a man off. Like Pepe LePew would say, Hey, hey, hey! -- then we clash! I got my diddly spayed She laughs about it. Shrinking inflections if the wind blows

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey My tapeworm tells me what to do My tapeworm tells me where to go When you, do come out But I cannot grow Till you eat the last of me Oh when will I be free