Jesus Christ Supertramp

By Rob Sonic

On Alice In Thunderdome

Released on August 26, 2014

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[Intro]

When you leave this building tonight I promise you will never be the same


[Verse 1]

Poor little criminal, timid stockade

Rib visit, isn't full, digital age

Simple Simon diamond dog climb calling case

You do not pay your taxes put you back on your base

King's in the cape, many ate the pork rind

Like dead feather baked in the lake of port wine

Fold what you're told, hold your golden horse hide

For when the levee breaks and your make-up war cries

I'll walk the line with my socks full of filth

The tilt-a-whirl, woozy, bluesy box full of films

That jog with my memoirs to the top of the hill

And knows what don't kill me, means the oxygen will

Flocks bring the pills watch the leaders drive by

With temporary tags and a bag full of bribes

Tribes with a tear are in earshot's of wife

Learn to read the meter and sub Cedars-Sinai/cyanide

Peter piped pie so he rolled on the meece

And made them cutters into what they sold on the streets

Every hat, every glove, every scarf, every fleece

Now we've incorporated and get paid off disease cause


[Chorus]

Hey now, there's no one to save now

That lame clown will wait till you lay down

The same mouths that claim you were great now

Parade around and get with their blades out

Hey now, there's no one to save now

That lame clown will wait till you lay down

The same mouths that claim you were great now

Parade around and get with their blades out


[Post-Chorus]

Stop when the missile drop, isn't God straight?

(Get with their blades out)

Stop when the missile drop, isn't God strange?


[Verse 2]

Nonstop if you rock, with it octane

Pole position hop six o'clock train

Willed em all, give a call, and if not pray

To leaky nose CEO Ichabod Crane

Mister spot stain like some Greaser that's gone

AWOL they face on degrees and beyond

Leave home, destroy, Ponyboy bleach it blonde

We will get at you dog by who Cesar Millan

Fold down the frame put your face on the bills

They bellied you up healthy but you paid through the gills

Argonaut, art is not Jason and Jill

It's little Jackie Paper makes your name off your will

And you can stay at home, get your postpartum med

And tell the boss you'll be in by the close part of next

Tuesday with a goose egg and an old army vet

Get the pistol bring the hymnals from the postcarded edge cause


[Chorus]

Hey now, there's no one to save now

That lame clown will wait till you lay down

The same mouths that claim you were great now

Parade around and get with their blades out

Hey now, there's no one to save now

That lame clown will wait till you lay down

The same mouths that claim you were great now

Parade around and get with their blades out


[Outro]

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