The devil is my running mate
And this here is his favourite state
Sorry you folks had to wait.
He always likes to show up late
No that ain't a rainbow, son
Streetlamps on petroleum
Let's pull in here and get us some
Supplies are running out now
It ain't the reason for the war
That's meanness boy
And nothing more
They tried to do this all before
But daddy wouldn't let them
Sometimes I don't what I got into
Sometimes I can't stand
To read my name
Sometimes I can only hear their voices
Casting me back from where I came
The devil is my running mate
Confusion is his favourite state
Surely you folks can relate
I know we've gathered here to hate
It doesn't matter who we blame
As long as you all hear a name
All them bastards look the same
Everyone is guilty
Everybody look away
Look away, look away
It doesn't matter what I say
It's what I do that's shifty
Sometimes I don't know
What we got into
Sometimes I don't think I know a thing
Sometimes I can't even
See the trees now
For the flames, for the flames
The devil is my running mate
And this here is his favourite state
There ain't no other candidate
It wouldn't matter anyway
The devil is my running mate
The devil is my running mate
The devil is my running mate