Intro: 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 know 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