The Gut Bomb King
The place I loved the most
A new kind of man
As my mind bends clouds into dreams
Oh geez, let's make a band
Break out the guns and ammo, everything's gonna be just fine
For personal reasons this has to be my last song
Somebody else who was a little crazy in the eyes
Now I wanna see if you've got any ears
I am finally, finally, where I'm supposed to be
Listen to your junk man ... he's singing
Hyperactivity was our business
Then again, let's just let it ride
A classic case of be careful what you wish for
It was me and you, Baby, I remember the night you promised
There's always room to throw something out
Big man! Are they still standing?
That's your time clock, my friend
Deliver me from nowhere
The blue-collar troubadour
Smilin' kind of funny, everybody happy at last
I didn't even know the language of partnership
Get the hostility out now, I can take it
Holy shit, I'm back
Hope, dreams, and rededication
The country we carry in our hearts is waiting
That's a big shark, man
The next stand of trees.