JIM GORDON BLUES

Alienation generation’s constipation
Consequence of year’s of Ophrazation
Super-concentrated self infatuation

I don’t have a clue
I don’t trust those who do
I’m just tryin to shake these
Jim Gordon Blues

Now that every word has lost it’s meaning
Now we know the image is deceiving
I can’t trust what I’m not believing

I don’t have a clue
I don’t trust those who do
I’m just tryin to shake these
Jim Gordon Blues

Don’t kiss it, who knows where it’s been
Don’t think it, if it might offend
Don’t chase what’s blowin in the wind

I don’t have a clue
I don’t trust those who do
I’m just tryin to shake these
Jim Gordon Blues

The voices are screaming, constantly berating
A moment of silence would be so intoxicating
The urge to kill can be so liberating

I don’t have a clue
I don’t trust those who do
I’m just tryin to shake these
Jim Gordon Blues