Jimmy's in the back with a pocket of high
If you listen close
You can hear him cry

Oh, Lord heaven knows
We belong way down below
Sing it
Oh, Lord heaven knows
We belong way down below
Way down below, way down below

Judy's in the front seat pickin' up trash
Living on the dole
Gotta make that cash
Won't be pretty
Won't be sweet
She's just sitting there on her feet

Singin'
Oh, Lord heaven knows
We belong way down below
Go
Oh, Lord heaven knows
We belong way down below
Sing
Oh Lord tell us so
We belong way down below
Oh, Lord tell us so
We belong way down below
Way down below, way down below
Way down below, way down below

I've had better days man
I've seen better days
I've had better ways man
I know better ways

One, two, three and four
The devil's knocking at your door
Caught in the eye of a dead man's lie
Start your life with your head held high
Now you're on your knees
With your head hung low
Big man tells you where to go
Tell him it's good
Tell him okay
Don't do a god damn thing they say

Oh, Lord heaven knows
We belong way down below
Oh, Lord tell us so
We belong way down below
Way down below, way down below
Way down below, way down below

I've seen better ways man
I know better ways
I've seen better days man
I've had better days

Gina's in the back with a pocket of high
If you listen close
You can hear the crying

Oh, Lord heaven knows
We belong way down below
Oh, Lord tell us so
We belong way down below
Sing it
Oh, Lord heaven knows
We belong way down below
Oh, Lord tell us so
We belong way down below

Way down below
Way down below
Way down below
Way down below
Way down below
Way down below
Way down below
Way down below
Way down below
Way down below