Lyrics
Three fingers on the trigger and the mind is on the plan
I got my prescription and every citizen's
Got his
Now join me in the Rubicon and paddle me to France
The nectarine is sweeter there and we ain't got a chance
'Round here
I'm counting Lincolns
And living in the corner of my room
I'm looking at the goddess of the hunt
And staring at the moon
My friend's ain't got no lovin' and the babies ain't got teats
The women are all busy gettin' smart out on the streets
And there ain't none
And the gentleman from Kansas is fixin' to retire
Drinking with his right hand and speaking 'bout the fire
And the doom
A car horn sound blows loud
And hits my naked ear like a harpoon
I'm counting Lincolns
And living in the corner of my room
I've got enough to get to Memphis, but not enough to get me home
Where some men see a ladder, some men see a throne
To repaint
And then I said to the senator, "Is this tea genuine?"
He said "I ain't seen that kinda thing since 1999,
And it ain't"
I saw John Brown goin' down
A mighty road to Heaven on a mule
I stood aside and waved goodbye
Blind, out of sight, and out of fuel
