Sippin’ on straight chlorine
Let the vibe slide over me
This beat is a chemical
Beat is a chemical
When I leave don’t save my seat
I’ll be back when it’s all complete
The moment is medical
Moment is medical
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo
Sippin’ on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo
Sippin’ on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
And it’s knowing I’m not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my mem’ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
On the road again
I just can’t wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can’t wait to get on the road again
And then the Sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard Mama cryin’, knew somethin’ wasn’t right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin’ down Copperhead Road
Growin’ up rusty shack
All I had was hangin’ on my back
Only you know how I loathe
This place called Tobacco Road
But it’s home, the only life I ever known
Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road
And here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
'Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
The long and winding road that leads to your door,
Will never disappear, I’ve seen that road before
It always leads me here, lead me to your door.
The Road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say
When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don’t remember my name
When my hands don’t play the strings the same way
I know you will still love me the same
The house is full getting high
He’s afraid he’s gonna die
He’s the apple of their eye
He’s the Veteran Cosmic Rocker
This ole house once knew his children
This ole house once knew a wife
This ole house was home and comfort as we fought the storms of life
This ole house once rang with laughter
This ole house heard many shouts
Now she trembles in the darkness when the lightnin’ walks about
Comfort ye
Comfort ye, my people
Comfort ye
Comfort ye, my people
Saith your God; saith your God
Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem
Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem
And cry onto her
That her warfare, her warfare is accomplished
That her iniquity is pardoned
That her iniquity is pardoned
The Lord who ye seek shall suddenly come to His temple
E’en the messenger of the covenant
Whom ye delight in
Behold, he shall come
Saith the Lord of Hosts
To resist it is useless
It is useless to resist it
His cigarette is burning
But he never seems to ash
He is grooming his poodle
He is living comfort eagle
You can meet at his location
But you’d better come with cash
Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do
Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew
I’ll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I’ll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love
Hey, you caught me in a coma
And I don’t think I wanna
Ever come back to this world again
Kinda like it in a coma
'Cause no one’s ever gonna
Oh, make me come back to this world again
Upon this time-trapped isle
Where time has ceased to be
If you must know why
You’d better pay heed to me
This is a place so cruel
Across a darkened sea
You would be a fool
To come and challenge me
Are you sitting on a tiny island
As the tide rolls in on you?
Are you getting that sinking feeling
As it all comes home to you?
Picture the wings that take you home
Home to the love you need
That’s what you need
The simple narrative talk
In every history class
Is demonstrably false
And pedagogically classist
Don’t you know the world is built with blood
And genocide, and exploitation?
The global network of capital essentially functions
To separate the worker from the means of production
And the FBI killed Martin Luther King
Private property’s inherently theft
And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left
And every politician, every cop on the street
Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite
That is how the world works (really?)
That is how the world works
Genocide the Natives, say you got to it first
That’s how it works
That’s what you get, that’s what you get, that’s what you get
I say that’s what you get
I say that’s what you get
That’s what you get for changing your mind
And after all this time
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man