New friends like fires and charmers And charmers only live to be free But I could never see, what that had to do with me I never met one Well I'm going out to the party With a buckle on my belt To sing songs about heaven To the devil himself We can win the lottery, darling You can be all over TV Hey, I just wanna be A real good pair of your blue jeans But you never leave the house when you're wearing me So I'm going out to the country And I'll smile and I'll wave With a handful of roses For the good looking graves And maybe I'll shake hands with a preacher Who will tell me I'm saved Sayin' la... So I'm going out to the country And I'll smile and I'll wave With a handful of roses For the good looking graves And maybe I'll shake hands with a preacher Who will tell me I'm saved Sayin' la...