Me and my friends we're building A whole new place for us to live And it's not a small shotgun shack on a hill It's a new country
Me and my friends we're making A whole new state that we can run. We got washing machines and drum machines And machine guns
Me and my friends we're fixing A whole new land where you can hide And it's just bellow the open arms Of Jesus Christ
You can even say that we ain't here to stay But as long as the kid pays And the old man says that this ain't the right way, ain't the true way We're gonna be here
