Enjoy your summer in hell

Nashville

In a coupe deville

I swear we drove

Through an oil spill

And the shacks on the road side

Trade hats for water jugs

Tennessee

In a beat up Dart

Weeds rollin dark

In these parts

And the lines on the road cork

Screw like the steeplechase

I don't want

To go to jail

I don't want

To go to jail

I don't want

To go to jail

And say I'm poor

Sound the alarm

Inside

Give me some time

To hide

Ring the alarm

Ring the alarm

Sound the alarm

Inside

You're rich you're rich

You're a wealthy mizer

Atop a hill of pennies

Too high to find her

And my love shines

Just like a golden tooth

Chamomile

For nerves of steel

You mass market

Your mass appeal

And the devil riding shotgun

Prays for a summer in hell

I don't want

To go to jail

I don't want

To go to jail

I don't want

To go to jail

And say I'm poor

Sound the alarm

Inside

Give me some time

To hide

Ring the alarm

Ring the alarm

Sound the alarm

Inside

Nashville

In a coupe deville

I swear we drove

Through an oil spill

And the shacks on the road side

Trade hats for water jugs

I don't want

To go to jail

I don't want

To go to jail

I don't want

To go to jail

And say I'm poor

Sound the alarm

Inside

Give me some time

To hide

Ring the alarm

Ring the alarm

Sound the alarm

Inside

Enjoy your summer in hell