Lubbock Or Leave It

Dust Bowl, Bible Belt, got more churches than trees
Raise me, praise me, couldn't save me
Couldn't keep me on my knees
Oh, boy, rave-on down loop 289
That'll be the day you see me back in this fool's paradise

Temptation's strong (salvation's gone)
I'm on my way to hell's half-acre
How will I ever—
How will I ever get to Heaven now?

Throwing stones from the top of your rock
Thinking no-one can see the secrets you hide behind
Your southern hospitality
On the strip, the kids get lit
So they can have a real good time
Come Sunday, they can just take their pick from the crucifix-skyline

Temptation's strong (salvation's gone)
I'm on my way to hell's half-acre
How will I ever—
How will I ever get to Heaven now? Get to Heaven now

International airport, a quarter-after-nine
Paris, Texas, Athens, Georgia's, not what I had in mind
As I'm getting out, I laugh to myself
'Cause this is the only place
Where as you're getting on the plane
You see Buddy Holly's face

I hear they hate me now, just like they hated you
Maybe, when I'm dead and gone, I'm gonna get a statue, too

Temptation's strong (salvation's gone)
I'm on my way to hell's half-acre
How will I ever—
How will I ever get to Heaven now?
Get to Heaven now
How will I ever get to Heaven now?