"Jesus Christ & Country Clubs" lyrics

I wanna smoke 'till there's a hole in my head
Still running barefoot but I'm burning the dress, I
I'd rather be out on the road left for dead
Than down there
Down there

I think I'm split in two
I'll never fit into your

Jesus Christ and country clubs
Pockets bigger than your guns
God knows blondes can make you cum
I'm going nowhere
Going nowhere

Going nowhere

I walk the line of social suicide
You say you want the southern stereotype, I
I was your star now I'm a meteorite
I'm coming down
Coming down

I think I'm split in two
I'll never fit into your

Jesus Christ and country clubs
Pockets bigger than your guns
God knows blondes can make you cum
I'm going nowhere
Going nowhere

I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere

Jesus Christ I'm so fucked up
I'm going to hell cause girls are fun
Mother hates what I've become
I'm going nowhere
Where, where
I'm going nowhere