Missouri

Cute long-haired eight-year old boy turned to a tacit, bald decoy "Hey, Pa this is the best one yet switched around, turned around my mindset" They'll say anything they can, make you worship and raise those hands Take you out on the town, bring ya back and tell you to bow down So I'm rollin' on over Missouri And I'm rollin' on over I went crazy, ripped the scabs off my knees, I went crazy askin "why god me?" Suppose I ain't like them other boys, so they carved me my own damn pedestal Extolled my voice, a trojan horse for their words "Why the hell we goin' to hell if we don't dig girls?" And I'm rollin' on over Missouri And I'm rollin' on over Cuz I am a man now, and I know I'm all fucked up But I can stand now, and I know I can f*ck you up Oh boy, I'm outta control, I can't sleep, can't eat or see outta this hole God taste a hell of a lot like whiskey, oh lord washeth away my wicked dreams Oh boy, that ain't God, that's a bottle of Beam Then I guess the Devil's the one that's been helping me So I'm rollin' on over Missouri And I'm rollin' on over