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 picking up trash

Living on the dole

Gotta make that cash

Won't be pretty

Won't be sweet

She's just sittin' here on her feet

Sing it

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 'em it's good

Tell 'em okay

Don't do a goddamn 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

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