Sacramental Narcotics Lyrics - Singles - Head Automatica

enjoy your summer in hell 

Nashville 

in a coupe deville 

I swear we drove through 

an oil spill 

and the shacks on the roadside 

trade hats for water jugs 

Tennessee 

in a beat up dart 

weeds roll it dark in these parts 

the lines on the road could screw like the steeple chase 

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 miser 

atop a hill of pennies, too high to find her 

and my love shines just like a golden tooth 

camomile for nerves of steel 

you mass market your mass appeal 

and the devil riding shotgun prays for 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 roadside 

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