SHAGAHRITAVILLE

Sippin on red wine
Havin a good time
Just waiting for my second bowl of grits
Niblin on goat cheese
Feelin the warm breeze
All of the churches are just hypocrites

Wastin away again in Shagahritaville
Searchin for my last shaker of grace
Some people claim that God is to blame
But I know, I've got egg on my face

I know all the reasons
Why God made the seasons
How he likes to play with a stacked deck
And you know I believe
He has a card up his sleeve
In case someone gets a stiff neck

Wastin away again in Shagahritaville
Searchin for my last shaker of grace
Some people claim that God is to blame
But I know, I've got egg on my face

I jumped out a jet plane
When it flew over New Spain
And landed on a place called Polygamy Beach
Where the women are fine
Now I'm sippin white wine
And wonderin if heaven is now out of reach

Wastin away again in Shagahritaville
Searchin for my last shaker of grace
Some people claim that God is to blame
But I know, I've got egg on my face