Lyrics

He's got a hot rod El Camino He's playin' Hendrix on the stereo Wearin blue jeans and high tops He's got a .45 in the glove box And there's a preacher on the sidewalk And he's beatin' down on his Bible If you ever listen to his lesson He'll tell you how to get to heaven Everybody needs something to believe in Everybody's just lookin' for a better way Searchin' through the creases Siftin' through the tiny bits and peices Everybody's lookin', everybody's lookin' For something to believe in He's got an office on the tenth floor He's got his nameplate on the glass door And he's been dealin' in the market He's gonna hit it big, but he hasn't yet There's a farmer down the dirt road And he's prayin for the mother lode Gotta get a rain on his dry land To save his family from the money man Everybody needs something to believe in Everybody's just lookin' for a better way Searchin' through the creases Siftin' through the tiny bits and peices Everybody's lookin', everybody's lookin' For something to believe in Well there's twenty-five on a row boat And they're floatin' into the gold coast Riskin' everything for one chance At a better life in the Promised Land Everybody needs something to believe in Everybody's just lookin' for a better way Searchin' through the creases Siftin' through the tiny bits and peices Everybody's lookin', everybody's lookin'