Lyrics:

New friends like fires and charmers
And charmers only live to be free
But I could never see, what that had to do with me
I never met one

Well I'm going out to the party
With a buckle on my belt
To sing songs about heaven
To the devil himself

We can win the lottery, darling
You can be all over TV
Hey, I just wanna be
A real good pair of your blue jeans
But you never leave the house when you're wearing me

[Chorus x2]
So I'm going out to the country
And I'll smile and I'll wave
With a handful of roses
For the good looking graves
And maybe I'll shake hands with a preacher
Who will tell me I'm saved
Sayin' la la la la la la la la la