Listening to the crowd
Screaming for his insides
Wantin him to let it out
But can they handle what they want?
Can they handle what they get?
There's a creature coiled inside
Been wantin out 3 hundred thousand years
Hits one lick on his guitar
Holds it to the ground
Tryin to kill every livin thing
A hundred miles around
Your Momma warned you about this
Your Daddy bought a gun
But there is no turning back
Once the show has begun
And there's Jesus the promoter
Standing in the wings
Waiting on some cocaine
An twidlin with his rings
He's got a black gospel hairdo
Haloed in the light
Like he could walk on water
If his shoes just weren't so tight
And Magdalina the groupie
Just od'd on the bus
But she seems kind of stupid
So Hey what's all the fuss?
But someone called the police
Now they're out drivin her around
Trying to cop up some feels
Before they take her downtown
And soundman Izzy Judas
Squats way up in the booth
Smokin ganja like some Buddha
In his quest for the truth
And all their is is highs
Izzy's fingers on the board
Got his 30 piece of silver
Throws a kiss out to the Lord
Ah standing in the spotlight
Listening to the crowd
Hits one lick on his guitar
Holds it to the ground
Tryin to kill every livin thing
A hundred miles around
Your Momma warned you about this
Your Daddy bought a gun
There is no turning back
Cause the show must go on
Standing in the spotlight Listening to the crowd Screaming for his insides Wantin him to let it out But can they handle what they want? Can they handle what they get? There's a creature coiled inside Been wantin out 3 hundred thousand years Hits one lick on his guitar Holds it to the ground Tryin to kill every livin thing A hundred miles around Your Momma warned you about this Your Daddy bought a gun But there is no turning back Once the show has begun And there's Jesus the promoter Standing in the wings Waiting on some cocaine An twidlin with his rings He's got a black gospel hairdo Haloed in the light Like he could walk on water If his shoes just weren't so tight And Magdalina the groupie Just od'd on the bus But she seems kind of stupid So Hey what's all the fuss? But someone called the police Now they're out drivin her around Trying to cop up some feels Before they take her downtown And soundman Izzy Judas Squats way up in the booth Smokin ganja like some Buddha In his quest for the truth And all their is is highs Izzy's fingers on the board Got his 30 piece of silver Throws a kiss out to the Lord Ah standing in the spotlight Listening to the crowd Hits one lick on his guitar Holds it to the ground Tryin to kill every livin thing A hundred miles around Your Momma warned you about this Your Daddy bought a gun There is no turning back Cause the show must go on Explain Request ×
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