He pushed me around, now I'm drawing another line He lived his life, now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wasting my time Well now, I've been good for way too long Bought my red dress, now I'm gonna die I'm about to get too far gone Praise the Lord, I'm past the ammunition Need a little bit more of my 12 ounce nutrition One more helping of what I've been having I'm taking my turn on the sin wagon On a mission to make something happen Feel like a lot, a lot, a little bit for some stuff Do a little mattress dancing That's right, I said mattress dancing Praise the Lord, I'm past the ammunition Need a little bit more of what I've been missing I don't know where I'll be crashing But I'm arriving on a sin wagon When it's my turn to march up to glory I'm gonna have one hell of a story That's if she forgives me Oh Lord please forgive me Praise the Lord, I'm past the ammunition Need a little bit more of my sweet salvation They lifted me with my feet crying Oh far away on a sin wagon . . . . . . Oh far away on a sin wagon Thank you so much, goodnight!
