He pushed me 'round
  now I'm drawin' the line
  He lived his life
  now I'm gonna go live mine
  I'm sick on wastin' my time
  Well now I've been good for way too long
  Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on
  I've got nothin' to lose and nothin' to gain
  'Bout to get too far gone
    Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
  Need a little but more of my tweleve ounce nutrition
  One more helpin' of what I've been havin'
  I'm takin' my turn on the sin wagon
    On a mission to make something happen
  Feel like Delilah lookin' for Samson
  Do a little mattress dancin'
  That's right I said mattress dancin'
    Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
  Need a little bit more
  of what I've been missin'
  I don't know where I'll be crashin'
  But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon
    When it's my turn to march up to old glory
  I'm gonna have one hell of a story
  That's if he forgives me
    Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
  Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation
  They may take me
  with my feel draggin'
  But I'll fly away on a sin wagon
    I'll fly away on a sin wagon