I got dressed for church on Sunday.I went down to the 
river instead.
Wrote a letter to my preacher.
Left it on the shore and jumped on in.
Oh my incandescent devil
Last chance gas station.
Smell of perfume fading,
Another night's gone by.
Well the fish swim by like there's tomorrow
Or a great big lake in the middle of the mountain.
And a salty sea that's never ending
And a river and a stream to get between them.
Chorus
Well they teach us to read so we heed the advertisements,
And this country will grow by dollars, dimes and 
quarters.
While a bucket of blood is filling up my gas tank
And I fly my flag I'm running the colors.
Chorus