There'll be fire on a mountain When my country music Jesus comes To come and save us all There'll be revival and bangin' drums There'll be screamin' and there'll be shoutin' We need a country music Jesus I had a revelation last night A divine inspiration

Baby, I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah You should come hop up on this jet, baby Hurry up, before you get left I just wanna take a flight with you I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah Said that I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah I wanna catch a flight

Back to when my young heart burned like a fire. Nothing but a grand illusion, Legend in my own mind. Nothing but a grand illusion. I saw you in a dream, it hit me like a bright light Flashing on a screen, visions of my whole life. I used to chase the

We are the new Americana High on legal marijuana Raised on Biggie and Nirvana Survival of the richest The city's ours until the fall They're Monaco and Hamptons bound But we don't feel like outsiders at all Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles Just what

Over there in the shadows, hangin' out in the corner of my mind Stringing up the gallows, waiting for me to cross that line That man's dangerous as hell, a threat to himself, If he got out there'd be hell to pay. And that's why, my dark side, don't ever

In a great big world, spinnin' around People walkin' around on shaky ground My foundation's solid Like a vessel gettin' tossed on the big blue sea It's you that keeps me solid I don't own nothin' new I might look like a mess to you This ol' thing I drive

Do I have to change my name This type of modern life Am I gonna be a star Will it get me far Should I lose some weight And you know I'm satisfied I tried to be a boy Is it for me Is it for free

At that hangout my daddy used to hang around We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down Just like after tabs and stooge and tables got turned To the only joint my momma ever burned The only joint my mother burned was on the rural route She

This is not America For this is not America This is not A little piece of you There was a time For this could be the biggest sky And I could have the faintest idea Shala la la la

She's the last of the American girls She puts her makeup on Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies Right in her hand She will come in first For the end of western civilization She's a natural disaster She is