Bible belt ft. Camp Circadia Lyrics

If I could, I'd burn it to the fucking ground

Hello dear, been so long since you were near

Know your daddy doesn't approve. He feels sick to know what we do

Smoking weed in this open field

No one else in this small town feels real

In this bullshit fucking Bible Belt

So tight around your waist, you can't even be yourself

Wouldn't like how we discovered each other's bodies in the backseat

With the night air breathing down our flesh

In this bullshit fucking Bible Belt

So tight around your waist, you can't even be yourself

Is there a redemption for the wicked

Sold my oats and punched my ticket

Away from this Bible Belt

So tight around your waist, you can't even be yourself

Lord forgive me for the things that I've done

I know I'll make it worse if I run

Done my drugs and I had my fun

Now it's time for redemption

Lord forgive me for the things that I've done

I know I'll make it worse if I run

Done my drugs and I had my fun

Now it's time for redemption

In this bullshit fucking Bible Belt

So tight around your waist, you can't even be yourself

Is there a redemption for the wicked

Sold my oats and punched my ticket

Away from this Bible Belt

So tight around your waist, you can't even be yourself

Lord forgive me for the things that I've done

I know I'll make it worse if I run

Done my drugs and I had my fun

Now it's time for redemption