Jim Gordon Blues

Alienation generation's constipation

Consequence of years of Oprahzation

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 its 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