I don't mind work and I love to fish And I've been known as a son of a bitch When life gets tough, I roll my sleeves up Yeah, I get it done, it's always enough I toil real hard with nothing to show I owe it all to the savings and loan So break our backs and make us slaves All for the love of the USA Times get harder, give me a fire starter Drench myself up in holy water Spiritual things, the Heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun, and gasoline Ain't nothing much to do in this town The industry's gone and the mill has closed down And up on the hill lives a Jezebel She's got some sin and some pills to sell So no need to lie with your opium eyes When you got a script there's no need to hide Bitch and moan and dance in the street We'd rather have bombs than food to eat Times get harder, give me a fire starter Drench myself up in holy water Spiritual things, the Heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun, and gasoline And you think that you're really gonna make a change Maybe you and I are the ones to blame Times get harder, give me a fire starter Drench myself up in holy water Spiritual things, the Heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun, and gasoline, yeah Times get harder, give me a fire starter Drench myself up in holy water Spiritual things, the Heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun, and gasoline Gasoline Gasoline