On and on and on and on and on and on

Like you even know what's going on

Into this world that I'm drawn

They'll kill you before you're born

They'll pawn your soul to be number one



You say it's old fashioned same old song

That's how your mother likes it all night long



And if she says how to feel

Don't even talk about it



We could stay at home man

Call the skag and bone man

Dig our grave out with a spoon

Then in the morning picking flowers

Spirit up for hours

Til the sun becomes the moon



You say it's old fashioned, well one thing I know

That's how your mother likes it, now watch my boy go



Yes it's real, it's like your next meal

Don't even talk about it



"Shit!, we've fucked it all up man

we've fucked it all up

we've missed half the song out (very nice)"



It's real like your next meal

Don't even talk about it