I've got a feeling I'll be heading down for good,
I got that feeling I ain't never gonna do the things I should,
I'm caught in this world; Heaven-sent, but Hell possessed,
Feeling grey since my black went white,
Yes means no, and no means yes,
I do believe I finally need a Saviour at last,
I never, never saw the need before, but now that time has passed,
No ifs, ands, or buts; this old world done kicked my little, Midwestern, white ass.
I alternate between fantasy and the cold, hard truth,
I oscillate between the cool and the uncouth,
But I resonate to the piercing eyes of God I saw in my youth,
Where did he go, and what is he thinking about me now?
Am I a delight to him, or little more than a holy cow? - yeah,
Moo, moo, baby,
I feel I been milked down,
Brown, how, now, brown cow yeah.
Hey,
Stronger than Dave.
Thank-you,
We need the 7s,
Enough of that rock and roll, it's the devil's music.
