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