Treat New Religion lyrics
New Religion
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Woooo!
I'll Check this out
I take life as it comes
'Cause I can't take care of business
The Devil I had stung
Thought I left him down in Texas
See, no one rides for free
But I don't ever let that bother me
Gonna hitch a ride and head on the road to no where
I gotta do it my way, kick back and I'll be there
Oh yeah
Gotta get on with a new religion
Livin' it high on a one-way mission
Kissing the sky, yeah and runnin' from the pack
Yeah
I wanna get back in the blazin' saddle
Livin' it up and I shake that rattle
Standin' on top and runnin' from the pack
1, 2, 3, 4
Five or six days ago
I mosed on down to Memphis
Was crazy, don't you know?
Thought Everyone looked like Elvis
Search Up Dixie Land
I drove down to New Orleans
I guess walking on the water isn't what it used to be, no
Since everyone has me move for an atv
Oh. yeah
Gotta get on with a new religion
Living in Hell, that's one hot kitchen
Gotta keep on and runnin' from the pack
Yes, sir
Sorry, mom, if I sound irreverent
But if Jesus comes, I'm sure expecting
Leading me to go runnin' from the pack
All right
Been runnin' low on where to go
Since Reverend Jim's in jail, you know
Yeah
A time machine's a whammy
Ain't nobody's let me know
Come on, boys
I gotta get on with a new religion
Livin' it high on a one-way mission
Kissing the sky, yeah, and runnin' from the pack
I wanna get back in the blazin' saddle
Livin' it up and I shake that rattle
Standin' on top and runnin' from the pack
Woah, yeah!
Gotta get on with a new religion
Living in Hell, that's no fried chicken
Gotta keep on and runnin' from the pack
One more time
Gotta get on, gotta get on
Gotta get on, gotta get on
Gotta get on runnin' from the pack
Ohh, yeah...
Woooo!
I'll Check this out
I take life as it comes
'Cause I can't take care of business
The Devil I had stung
Thought I left him down in Texas
See, no one rides for free
But I don't ever let that bother me
Gonna hitch a ride and head on the road to no where
I gotta do it my way, kick back and I'll be there
Oh yeah
Gotta get on with a new religion
Livin' it high on a one-way mission
Kissing the sky, yeah and runnin' from the pack
Yeah
I wanna get back in the blazin' saddle
Livin' it up and I shake that rattle
Standin' on top and runnin' from the pack
1, 2, 3, 4
Five or six days ago
I mosed on down to Memphis
Was crazy, don't you know?
Thought Everyone looked like Elvis
Search Up Dixie Land
I drove down to New Orleans
I guess walking on the water isn't what it used to be, no
Since everyone has me move for an atv
Oh. yeah
Gotta get on with a new religion
Living in Hell, that's one hot kitchen
Gotta keep on and runnin' from the pack
Yes, sir
Sorry, mom, if I sound irreverent
But if Jesus comes, I'm sure expecting
Leading me to go runnin' from the pack
All right
Been runnin' low on where to go
Since Reverend Jim's in jail, you know
Yeah
A time machine's a whammy
Ain't nobody's let me know
Come on, boys
I gotta get on with a new religion
Livin' it high on a one-way mission
Kissing the sky, yeah, and runnin' from the pack
I wanna get back in the blazin' saddle
Livin' it up and I shake that rattle
Standin' on top and runnin' from the pack
Woah, yeah!
Gotta get on with a new religion
Living in Hell, that's no fried chicken
Gotta keep on and runnin' from the pack
One more time
Gotta get on, gotta get on
Gotta get on, gotta get on
Gotta get on runnin' from the pack
Ohh, yeah...
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