We talked about God’s grace
And all the hell we raised
And then I heard the old man say:
“God is great, beer is good,
And people are crazy.”
In heaven there is no beer
That’s why we drink it here
And when we’re gone from here
Well, our friends will be drinking all the beer
You’ve got nothing to fear
It may be hell down there
'Cause it’s Heaven up here
I’d have given forever
For a few good years
But too much of a muchness
Is too much you hear?
The hammer on my chest was an abominable pain
The anvil on my belly was an abdominal strain
You got the bottle
Gonna take the bottle
Gonna take a sip
And your eternal tricks begin to make me sick
The only thing I know is that you’ve gotta go
Don’t try to hide, don’t look around
Believe me, The Hammer’s gonna bring you down
Believe me, The Hammer’s coming down!
Stop, Hammer time!
Go with the flow, it is said
If you can’t groove to this then you probably are dead
So wave your hands in the air
Bust a few moves, run your fingers through your hair
This is it, for a winner
Dance to this and you’re gonna get thinner
Move, slide your rump
Just for a minute let’s all do the bump, bump, bump, bump
Take your fingers from my hair
They have gotten us nowhere
We can’t last another second
For we are two, too lost for open doors
Take the ribbon from my hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Lyin’ soft against your skin
Like the shadow on the wall
“Feel no sorrow, feel no pain,
Feel no hurt, there’s nothing gained…
Only love will then remain,”
She would say.
Shadow of the Moon… Shadow of the Moon…
I’m being followed by a Moonshadow, Moonshadow, Moonshadow.
There is a [del]bathroom on the right[/del] bad moon on the rise
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun…
Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams,
Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me
Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen
To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin “When the Saints Go Marching In”,
And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I’ll be there
Danger in the swamp that waits for you
There’s nothing left that you can do
Better watch your back for the vicious attack
'Cause they’ll be looking for you
Playing with your life, for your life is too short
Pain is too good for you
Your last breath is all you have left
Take it before you’re doomed
Cajun hell (Cajun hell)
Cajun hell (Cajun hell)
Cajun hell (Cajun hell)
Before you’re doomed
Blackwater Hattie lived back in the swamp
Where the strange green reptiles crawl
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees
Like sausage on a smokehouse wall
So you finally found your rhythm, man
Got your funky ass out of the can
Well, a girl is coming to you
Gonna show you what is true
The Witch, she need a lover, boy
Maybe it could be you
It took a while to understand, whoa, yeah
Stole the needs of another man, yeah
Took a while to the promised land, whoa, yeah-yeah
Push your sex on a mortal man
You know you’re already my obsession
Stop using sex as a weapon
Love is more than a one way reflection
Stop using sex as a weapon
I’m standing here bewildered,
I can’t remember just what I’ve done
I can hear the sirens whining,
My eyes blinded by the sun
I know that I should be running,
My heart’s beating just like a drum
Now they’ve knocked me down and takin it,
A still hot and smokin gun
I’m low as a paid assassin is
You know I’m cold as a hired sword
I’m so ashamed can’t we patch it up
You know I can’t think straight no more
You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford
But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
I may never find all the answers
I may never understand why
I may never prove what I know to be true
But I know that I still have to try
If I die tomorrow
I’d be alright, because I believe
That after we’re gone, the spirit carries on