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.