NEW BOOTS AND PANTIES

Load up old bill’s twelve gauge and meet be by the lake
theres a place i know, where nobody goes
down by the old interstate
the future gets shorter the longer we wait
so lets step on the gas
and if they come to find us
we’ll run to the hills
the same hills that have loved us
back since we children
and these wonderful, wonderful people
will read of our love on our tombstones and cry
and someone will get all the glory,
but ill have yours and you’‘ll have mine.