Coricidin Bottle

Said my prayers to the old black gods

Tied a string around some chicken bones

Set 'em on fire and crossed my heart

Tuned up the Kay and the Silvertone

Rubbed my hands cross the Tolex scars

Took the laces out of my tennis shoes

Oh I can live with a 60 cycle hum

Is anybody here got a 50 watt fuse

Layed down a groove like a monkey gettin off

Stompin on the kick, pounding on the tom

If you ever get to heaven say whew thank you

If you ever get scared say the 23rd psalm

I got a coricidin bottle that I use as slide

And a woman sweet as a tootsie roll

When she kissing and licking and cussing and a grindin'

Shakes the mortal coil round my amaranthine soul