| I was born on the banks off a hot muddy river
|
| The child of one stupid steamy night
|
| Born to roam beneath the sun
|
| What do you think of me, I’m better left alone
|
| I met a Holyman that said that he knew the way
|
| And he’d like to show me so my life won’t go astray
|
| Take my hand child now little boy don’t you be afraid
|
| I’ll take your soul and walk on water
|
| Holyman, ya don’t understand
|
| The cuts on me they run much deeper
|
| Holyman, you righteous man
|
| I’ve been shown the way a thousand times
|
| Not one a keeper
|
| Older man he said I’ll tell you boy
|
| You’ve planted rotten seeds
|
| And in a land of happiness
|
| They’ll grow us evil trees
|
| Guided minds, and eyes that will never see
|
| Holyman I’ll tell you
|
| Just what it is that I believe
|
| Holyman I tell you man you gotta
|
| Believe in what you see
|
| Cause its you that corrupt us man and
|
| Deep throat philosophy
|
| I don’t need your spells or the little
|
| Games you try to pull on me Come to think of it I don’t need your religion
|
| Gotta get away
|
| I wish you would understand
|
| Everybody prays
|
| Let me find my own way |