he said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke 

and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that jesus broke 

this is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine 

i'm smokin shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime 

this is not the truth you tell me, but some terrible, evil joke 

sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat 


there seem to me an awful lot of charltans round here 

and hustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, sharps and mutineers 

the factory and subterfuge and corporato cheat 

conspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our feet 

the lords of mass producto mass product at quite a pace 

it won't be long these counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn place 


these notes that you've been paying with are a little bit too green 

the printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheen 

your bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off 

and your snout will have to make its way from the far end of the trough 

you got suckered into tryin to make your make your money overnight 

looks to me like the counterfeit blues will be doggin you all of your life 


the worn out western hat i got no longer smells like horse 

and i can't afford to keep one around now that rooster's gone, of course 

i guess i've left it all behind me now except for when i write 

and sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that life 

yes, years of rocka rolla have extracted quite a fee 

maybe them old counterfeit blues have been creepin up on me