Cigarettes and tarot cards and contraceptives Onto the olden barn-board all fall out From the middle of a covert cache in a salesman's briefcase bible Abraham to the baptist all cut out And its owner, he moves toward her And i wish that i could be that honest To look her in the eye and pull her leg right off 'Cause i keep my virtue and my vice Confined in two separate lives With which my conscience never coincides without my admission Cigarettes and tarot cards and contraceptives Onto the olden barnboard all fall out From the middle of a covert cache in a salesman's briefcase bible Abraham to the baptist all cut out And i wish that i could be that honest To look her in the eye and pull her leg right off 'Cause i keep my virtue and my vice Combined in one consummate lie With which my conscience never seems to collide without conviction Seems we're just good country people with bad city hearts We're just good country people with bad city hearts White wool for our charm and a wolf's bite marks Good country people with bad city hearts Clean shirt for the the table with blood on our arms We're just good country people with bad city hearts White wool for our charm and a wolf's bite marks Good country people with bad city hearts With bad city hearts, with bad city hearts...