I found God
In a Cadallidic converter
In Topeka
On a Monday night

I taste blood
Every time I think of summer
If that's true
I'm in for quite a treat

'Cause I'm bagging for the sun
In a mid-Missouri winter
Waiting desperately
To get outta town
No you can't 
Keep a good man down

You've been known
To obsess over the future
Do you think
You'll get away from the past
As you stone yourself
Just to make it through 'till midnight
Consider what you might have found
You think you've 
Got a good thing now

I found God
In a Cadallidic converter
In Topeka
On a Monday night

Every saint has a past
Every sinner has a future
So you know 
It keeps me hanging around
No you can't 
Keep a good man down

From here on
You can count on all things going
The way they must've
From the start
All you feel 
Is the current flowing through you
And seizing 
Your infected heart

I found God
In a Cadallidic converter
In Topeka
On a Monday night
I found God
In a Cadallidic converter
In Topeka
On a Monday night

Every saint has a past
Every sinner has a future
Saint has a past
Every sinner has a future
Saint has a past
Every sinner has a future
Saint has a past
Every sinner has a future
Sinner has a future