The devil is my running mate. This here is his favorite state Sorry you folks had to wait. He always likes to show up late No, that ain't a rainbow son. It's streetlamps on petroleum Let's pull in here and get us some. Supplies are running out now. It ain't the reason for the war. That's meanness boy and nothing more. They tried to do this all before, But daddy wouldn't let them Sometimes I don't what I got into. Sometimes I can't stand to read my name. Sometimes I can only hear their voices Casting me back from where I came The devil is my running mate. Confusion is his favorite state. Surely you folks can relate. I know we've gathered here to hate It doesn't matter who we blame As long as you all hear a name. All them bastards look the same. Everyone is guilty. Everybody look away. Look away. Look away. It doesn't matter what I say. It's what I do that's shifty Sometimes I don't know what we got into. Sometimes I don't think I know a thing. Sometimes I can't even see the trees now For the flames, for the flames. The devil is my running mate, And this here is his favorite state. There ain't no other candidate. It wouldn't matter anyway. The devil is my running mate. The devil is my running mate. The devil is my running mate.