Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

In my convictions I've found my own grave But amongst the dead we all fade away Fading back into an anodyne sea For once I have stood no one will know But alone I was born and alone we must go Stand on conviction and you'll walk alone None of this

I have finally found the way to live Everybody knows the score In the color of the Lord And I know I don't have much to give But I can open any door Everybody knows the secret Just like I never could before In the presence of the Lord Just like I never

I've found a way to make you I've found a way A way to make you smile I read bad poetry Into your machine I save your messages Just to hear your voice You always listen carefully To awkward rhymes

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Dead or alive They found a dirty faced kid in a garbage can And I'm alone And I'm on the highway Wanted dead or alive We was broke and hungry on a summer day They sent the sheriff down to try and drive us away We was sittin' ducks for the police man I'm

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

I, I found out I told you before stay away from my door Don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother The freaks on the phone won't leave me alone So don't give me that brother, brother, brother, bROTHER Now that I showed you what I been through