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.