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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