Buddha, Jesus, and the Devil and Me.

Standing Next to the Devil
I'll be your Jesus
Baby Buddha Bobble-head
Scrap Metal
Hallelluia
Cosmic Fiery Coal
Buddha, Jesus, & The Devil & Me
WWJD?
Snake in a Bottle
Last Time I Was Here
Shoulda-boughta
Technicolor Jesus
Running from the Devil

 Standing next to the Devil

My name is heroin and Im streaming thru your veins

Straight to the head and straight to the heart Im tightening the reigns.

You’ll be back for more Im sure when I get done with you

Cuz im standing next to the Devil and he’s standing next to you. X2

Come to me sweet stranger, have you been here before?

I’ll give you everything you need if you come thru my back door

Before the night is over I’ll have you on your knees

And when the morning comes you’ll be spreading my disease.

Chorus

Eat this little wafer, drink this wine from my hand

My house is built upon the rock, everything else is sinking sand

I’ll smear some ashes on your head, I’m here to take control

If you don’t do just what I say you’ll lose your very soul

Chorus

The sky is gonna fall if we don’t make our stand

So follow me cuz im in charge, soon this world I will command

If you love your freedom you’ll do just what I say

Surrender your rights, lend me your ears and I will lead the way

Chorus

The machine projects an image, you must follow suit

Buy into the lie in which your pride is the root

The screen’s a two-way mirror, and you must play a role

The joker, the thief, the hero: the illusion takes control

Chorus

I’ll be your Jesus

Never been one to lead or follow

Satisfied to be a fly on the wall

Don’t try to hold me down to nothing

I’ll be there when you call my name

I’ll be your Jesus x2

I’ll heal you from the inside

I’ll take away your pain

I’ll pour my offering on your alter

Like thunder, lightning and rain

I’ll be your Jesus x2

Baby-Buddha-Bobble-head

I was riding down the highway jamming to my radio

Buddha sitting on my dashboard

Buddha tells me everything I need to know

As soon as you don’t need it, It comes knocking at your door

When you don’t believe it, It can’t hold you anymore.

X2

My Baby-Buddha…My Baby-Buddha-Bobble-head x2

Scrap Metal

Lord knows I aint no prophet and I aint no prophet’s son

Im just rolling down the highway trying to have myself some fun

I’ve got whiskey on my breath and I’ve got women on my mind

Im searching for that garden, someday I hope I find

Yes mamn I know Jesus, I saw him just the other day

He was holding up a cardboard sign that said something bout judgement day

Theres a church on every corner, and a pawn-shop down the road

Open everyday except Sunday to buy your guns diamonds and gold

And the Christians fill their SUV’s with dead baby-juice from brown babies overseas

And they’re hauling their scrap-metal to the smelter

Uncle Sam wants your scrap-metal to build more guns bullets and bombs

So bring your metal to the smelter, bring your metal to the smelter.

The Sunday-school boys are standing in line to get a gold-star by their name

Sheep sheared and shorn, slaves they were born, enlisting as pawns in the game

They pay their taxes, tithes and dues, early on Sunday they shine their shoes

And they bow down on their knees and pray to the lord their grand-master.

Chorus

All hail x3…the god of Abel.

Hallelluia

Whatcha gonna say on judgement day when you stand before the lord

With blood on your hands?

Whatcha gonna say, how’re you gonna explain, to Jesus Christ

That your god requires a sacrifice?

Whatcha gonna say on Judgement Day when you stand before the Lord,

With blood on your hands?

Whatch gonna say, whatcha gonna do when he turns his back on you,

Depart from me I never knew ya?

You played the devil’s game, there’s no one to blame, and now you gotta pay

For your own sins, nobody’s gonna do it for ya.

Whatcha gonna gonna say on judgement day when you stand before the lord

With blood on your hands?

You’ll hang your head in shame out-side the pearly gates as all the angels sing

Yea their singing, Hallelluia.

Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha…Hallelluia x2

Cosmic Fiery Coal

Gravy goes with rice like peanut butter and jelly

They go together nice like Regis and Kelly

You can’t have one without the other

Its like a newborn baby without its mother

Peaches and cream, a boat and a river

Siemese twins sharing a liver

All these things they go together all-right

I guess you can’t have the day without the night.

It is what it is and it aint what it aint

We’re all sinners and there aren’t any saints

There really aint no such thing as being in control

And that’s the way it rolls

We’re all spinning round this giant cosmic fiery coal

Leftover grits and refried beans

The time and the place and the end and the means

The above and below and the In-between

The Joker and the Jack and the King and the Queen.

The Good and the Bad, Lucifer and Jehova,

The Yin and the Yang and the couch and the sofa

All these things they go together all-right

I guess you can’t have the day without the night.

It is what it is and it aint what it aint

We’re all sinners and there aren’t any saints

There really aint no such thing as being in control

And that’s the way it rolls

We’re all spinning round this giant cosmic fiery coal

Circles and Squares, Rob Zombie and U2

Creation, Destruction;  Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu

All these things they go together all-right

I guess you can’t have the day without the night.

It is what it is and it aint what it aint

We’re all sinners and there aren’t any saints

We’re all just different bodies with the same old soul

And that’s the way it rolls

We’re all spinning round this giant cosmic fiery coal

As it is, so shall it be; But if it’s gonna change I guess it’s up to you and me

We’re all just different bodies with the same old soul

Spinning round this giant cosmic fiery coal.

Buddha, Jesus, &the Devil and Me

Buddha, Jesus, & the Devil and Me

We got so high that we could not see

They say the sheep hear the shephards voice but by god I heard three

I was hearing voices couldn’t tell which was which

We were talking bout the difference between a goddess and a bitch

Or maybe that was just me, I don’t know

Its all open to interpretation, religion, politics and the state of the nation

Its all the same to me and I don’t know

Chorus

Help, I’m trapped in Disney-land, can you help me find the key?

I think I need a magic mushroom or a hit of LSD

I need some tea to ease my mind, a rabbit hole a new world to find

Sweet Alice, take me home with you

Take me home with you.

Chorus

Buddha, Jesus, & the Devil and Me

We were sitting in a circle sipping Aoaska tea

When in walked Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu

The Devil and Jesus were arguing about the fall

And me and Buddha we were reading the hand-writing on the wall

When Allah and Yahway chimed in, discussing what exactly constitutes as a sin

And I said if killing’s so high on your list then why do you wage war?

And if there’s really only one of you, what the hell are fighting for?

Chorus

 WWJD?

What would Jesus do if he had to walk a mile in my shoes?

Everybody’s gotta line they gotta draw in the sand.

Would he run or would he fight?

Would he mount wings and take flight?

Or would he hang there on his cross and sing the blues?

Snake in a Bottle

You live life on the edge, on the fringes of society

You’re too close to the edge, screaming just back off and let me be

Loving hands reach out but you’re steadily moving back

You watch your dreams spiral down into a paper sack

Oh, Oh, Oh- Snake in a bottle x2

It slithers around in a glass

Its fangs are barred, this drink could be your last

The angel that danced on the tip of your tongue sings a different song

The devil in disguise, the serpent led you wrong

Chorus

Last time I was here

I ran into Jesus Christ at Waffle-House last night

He likes his coffee black and his eggs on the sunny side

He was wearing a tin pot on his head

Standing there in his holy, dusty sandals

A pair of broken sunglasses dangled from one of the handles

He said “The Devil’s trying to invade my mind, and this is the only helmet of salvation I could find”

“There’s radio-waves bouncing thru the air, you can’t really see em but they’re damn sure there.”

“They’re damn sure there.” X2

He said, “I tried to warn em, but they didn’t want to hear

They nailed me to a cross last time I was here

They’re just a silly flock of sheep, corralled by their own fears

They nailed me to a cross last time I was here.

He smiled as he said “Im the Truth the Life the Way”

He had a cardboard sign that said it’s Judgement Day

He said I came to realease the prisoners and set the captives free

I came back to give sight to the blind man, open your eyes and you will see.

Pride comes right before a fall, the meek inherit the earth when they grow some balls.

This time around I came back with a sword, Im gonna cut off the heads of the kings and the lords

Chorus

Shoulda-Boughta…

1.       Woah, Shabba, Boughta-toyota-and-I-Shoulda-Boughta-Honda x2

2.       Some call it tongues and some call it scat, it comes from your heart cuz that’s where its at

Let it roll x2

Some say it’s the anointing, falling down like rain

Some say its just energy, neurons firing in your brain

Some claim it’s the Devil, trying to take control

I say does it matter yall? Lets just let it roll

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Lets gather in a circle, lets pass it all around

Drink of the spirit yall lets makes a joyful sound

U may start to dance, U may laugh with glee

Break down the walls and let your spirit free

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You don’t have to be a Christian, You don’t have to be a Jew, You don’t have to be a Buddhist

You just got to be you

Cuz we’ve all got the same spirit, down deep inside

Give in to the music, let it take you for a ride

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It aint about religion, it aint about control

It aint about heaven or hell, but it is about your soul

No need to translate, the truth we plainly see

All we need is love not apocalyptic prophesy

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Then I boughta mazda and I shoulda boughta Kia

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Poppa always told me don’t take no wooden nickels

I’ll take the tuna fish with banana-peppers and pickles

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In Reno, Nevado they gotta-lotta casinos

Way down in Bougalousa they gotta-lotta mosquitos

Technicolor Jesus

When every ride you take just carries you to nowhere

And every train you catch just takes you further down the line

You can follow me but I don’t know where im going

But I don’t really think it matters anyway.

When you’re searching for a god beyond the staind glass windows

Technicolor Jesus, he don’t turn water into wine

But I don’t really think that it matters anyway

When your reflection turns to stone behind the rails across the mirror

The bats are silent sweeping thru the sky across the moon

The chimes of the churchbells echo thru the alley

Outside on the catwalk I hear a pipers tune.

You can follow me, but I don’t know where I going

But I don’t really think that it matters anyway

Chorus

Running from the Devil

The devil lives in Seattle, round the bend from city hall

I met him on a Sunday, I was headed to the mall

I ran over his mail-box on 666 brimstone lane

Couldn’t see where I was going on account of all the rain

Tried to drive away but I got stuck in quick sand

He came running down the driveway with a pitch-fork in his hand

Im running from the devil, somehow I got away

But if he catches up with me there’s gonna be hell to pay

Im running from the devil x2

I tried to get out and run but my fuckin door was locked

By the time I got it open I was trapped my path was blocked

I surmised the situation for an alternative route

Lucifer he was screaming, you stupid fool get out

I aint gonna lie I was a little bit scared, mighta turned a little pale

Satan, he was pissed, he said now how am I sposed to get my mail

Chorus

I got out and looked under the truck and there that mail-box laid

It was splintered into a thousand pieces what an awful mess id made

There was a quart sized dent in the bumper, and an even bigger dent in the hood

But right then and there I didn’t really care, ida run-off and left it if I could.

Chorus

Well the devil lives in Seattle round the bend from city hall, he likes the color gray and he likes to hear the raindrops fall and sometimes you can see him like a shadow on the wall, the devil lives in Seattle round the bend from city hall.