Your mouth is your religion
You put your faith in a hole like that?
You put your trust and your belief
Above your jaw, and no relief
Have I found
I heard your story when you come home
You said you went to see your sister last night
Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth
And find a funeral wreath
While you'll be laying in the ground
All alone
So tell me where are you coming from
With all them lines lies
As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day.
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Because he it just might want to wanna blow you away
'Cause he it just might want to wanna blow you away
An evil woman, can make ya cry
If you believe her every time she lies
Well you can be a big fool
If she makes you loose your cool, and so
I've got me some advice you should try
Just let her talk a little
Oh, just let her talk a little more
Just . . . just let her talk a little more
And when she runs out of words
Just say the same thing that I told you before
Now tell me where are you coming from
With all them lines lies
As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Because he it just might want to wanna blow you away
'Cause he it just might want to wanna blow you away
'Cause it just might wanna blow you away
'Cause it just might wanna blow you away
'Cause it just might wanna blow you away
'Cause it just might wanna blow you away
If the a froggy come up
A-with his a satchel in his hand,
Then he reachs in the front
And dump a mile of sand
Across the rug, along the hall
Up to the umbrella stand
That you've been watchin' all the time
Watchin' all the time
And if a forest grows up
From the dirt on the floor,
Then That the frog with the satchel
Had just dumped beside the door
You're just startin' starting to get worried,
You ain't going out no more
And it's confusin' to your mind—
Just consider this:
You can be scared when it gets too real
You can be scared when it gets too real
But you should be diggin' it
While it's happening
(Yes! But You should be diggin' it while it's happening!)
'Cause it just might be a one-shot deal
You can be lost
And you can wanna be found
But keep an eye on that frog
Whenever he jump around
Just keep a-watchin' him
You oughta be watchin' him
Just keep a-watchin' him
You wanna be watchin' [hansin'] askin' him
(And see if he has he's brought along a little bag for you, rant!)