I Am The Bullgod Album `devil Without A Cause` Lyrics

I Am The Bullgod   Album `devil Without A Cause`

CHORUS:  

      I am the bullgod.....I am free.....And I feed on all that is forsaken. 


      I'm gonna get you.....I see through you.....I'm gonna get you.  

  

      I'm like a train I roll hard lettin off much steam in the cutoff flannel
and  

      the dusty jeans, baby. I never was cool wit James Dean but I be hangin
tough  

      wit my man Jim Bean.  

      I swing low like a chimp. Back in '86 man, I was seein a shrink. But now
I'm  

      humble, and I can only think about New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp. So
ask  

      no questions and I'll tell no lies. I got big old pupils and bloodshot
eyes.  

      I'm on the brink, if ya know what I mean. And a 12 step program couldn't
keep  

      me clean. Cuz I'm the bullgod, you understand? The illegitimate son of
man.  

      The TOP to the DOG on the POT to the GOD.  

      And I'm trippin......Uh....Huh-Huh....said I'm trippin.  

  

      CHORUS  

  

      A lot of people poke fun And that's all right. But when I start pokin
back  

      they get all uptight - HuH!  

      You can't cap with the master, son...so sit your ass down before I blast
ya  

      one.  

      Cuz I'm so greasy you could call me mud....And I feel a little hate
running  

      through my blood. I wanna FUD the world with my twisted thoughts, You
could  

      bet all day but I can't be bought - Ugh!  

      Break it up, let's tie one on....I gotta get set, then go and cut the
lawn.  

      So I grab my walkman but before I cut, I go behind the garage and fire it
up!  

      Cuz I'm the bullgod, you understand? The illegitimate son of man. The TOP
to  

      the DOG on the POT to the GOD.  

      And I'm trippin......Huh-huh....said I'm trippin. And you know....... 


  

      CHORUS  

      yea, yea, yea........Come on, get em up......Come on, get em up.....Come
on,  

      get em up.  

      I am the bullgod......I am free......and I feed (yea, yea, yea) on all
that  

      is forsaken.  

  

      I get a feeling of peace from a low, slow high....As I sit in my chair
and  

      watch life go by. These thought I have, I can't mold a
sentence....Through  

      the forest of my mind, they're all past tense. Born and raised in the
outer  

      lands....And at times, you could say I'm out of hand. I'm in a band of 


      gypsies, we're on the run everytime that paper hits my tongue. And
sometimes  

      it seems so odd when my veins are poppin and I'm on the nod. I am the 


      bullgod, you understand? And here in my hand is my master plan.....Ugh. 


  

      I'm gonna get you....I see through you.......I'm gonna get you....I see 


      through you.  

  

  

  

  

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