Woah, woah, woah, woah

You were lyin’ there with nothing on
But a goofy little grin and a platinum blonde
I can’t believe you’d do that on our bed
I got a pistol and I got a bullet
And a pissed off finger just’a itchin’ to pull it
The only thing keepin’ me from losin’ my head

Is I hate stripes and orange ain’t my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I’ll be wearin’ one or the other
There’s no crime of passion
Worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin’ your life
Is that I don’t look good in orange and I hate stripes

Woah, woah, woah

I could fall in love with the prison guard
I could sell cigarettes in the prison yard
Don’t think hard time would be that hard on me
I could pick up trash on the side of the road
But I’d die if I saw someone I know
It ain’t the chains – it’s the clothes that’s stoppin’ me

I hate stripes and orange ain’t my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I’ll be wearin’ one or the other
There’s no crime of passion
Worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin’ your life
Is that I don’t look good in orange and I hate stripes

Oh, and one shot ain’t worth a bad mugshot
God knows I wouldn’t be caught holdin’ up a number
While the whole town’s starin’ at the picture
In the paper of me wearin’ stripes

There’s no crime of passion
Worth a crime of fashion

The only thing savin’ your life
Is that I don’t look good in orange and I hate stripes

Orange ain’t my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I’ll be wearin’ one or the other
There’s no crime of passion
Worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin’ your life
Is that I don’t look good in orange and I hate stripes

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

We live in trailers and apartments too
From California to Kalamazoo
Grow up get married and when that one ends
We hate sleeping alone so we get married again
Don’t wanna be buried in debt or in sin

So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto
Cause there ain’t but two ways
We can change tomorrow
And there ain’t no genie
And there ain’t no bottle
So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto

We love to complain about what we can’t fix
Mostly mothers-in-law, traffic, and politics
We tell our kids how hard it was back when
Same way our parents did to us back then
Thought we’d be different but we’re just like them

Yeah we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto
Cause there ain’t but two ways
We can change tomorrow
And there ain’t no genie
And there ain’t no bottle
So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto

We load our kids up in our new used car
And after church we hit the mini-mart
Behind the counter, up there on the wall
It reads 200 million on the power ball
Six little numbers that could change it all

So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto
Cause there ain’t but two ways
We can change tomorrow
And there ain’t no genie
And there ain’t no bottle
So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto

Like a bumper sticker on a poor man’s Mazda
Time’s are tough and our time is borrowed
So let’s pray to Jesus and play the lotto