Cigarettes and coffee on the front porch like it’s 1982

Way out in the country where there’s really nothing better here to do

but talk about the preacher how he’s leading this town right into the ground

But nobody is leaving even though everyone’s trying to get out

We’re all sinnin

Trying to find our way in to heaven

But no one gave us any directions

So we get lost and walk right through Hell

Seems the hardest pill to swallow

For the heartache that it causes is the truth

So we turn our heads and just pretend

These are things no one ever knew

It’s a sticky situation we’ve been making

It’s a story old as time

Maybe one day we can’t face it but we won’t

because it’s easier to lie

We’re all sinnin

Tryin to find our way in to heaven

But nobody has any directions

So it looks like we’re heading for hell

We’re all sinnin

Tryin to find our way in to heaven

But no one gave us any directions

So we end up livin in hell

We’re all sinnin

Trying to find our way in to heaven

But no one gave us any directions

So we end up livin in hell