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