I'm like a train I roll hard lettin off much steam
In the Carhartt flannel and dusty jeans
I never was cool with James Dean
Im hangin tough with my man Jim Beam
So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies
I got big ol pupils and blood shot eyes
I'm on the brink...if you know what I mean
And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean
Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G
Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin Said that I'm trippin
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
A lot of people poke fun and that's alright
start pokin back they get all uptight
You can't cap with the master son
So sit your ass down before I blast ya one
Break it up let's tie one on
I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
So I grab my walkman but before I cut
I got behind the garage and fire it up
gonna fire it up gonna fire it on up (now it changes to freebird)
if I leave here tommorow would you still remeber me
cause I must be travelin on now theres too many things that I gotta see
if I stay here with you girl, things just couldnt be the same
Im as free as a bird now and this bird you cannot change
and this bird you cannot change and this bird youll never change
oh no I cant change
(cmon---get it) this next part rocks, but the only thing in its the solo. you figure that one out, and
it
I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have can't mold to sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
And at times you can say I'm outta 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 head is my master plan, Uh
In the Carhartt flannel and dusty jeans
I never was cool with James Dean
Im hangin tough with my man Jim Beam
So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies
I got big ol pupils and blood shot eyes
I'm on the brink...if you know what I mean
And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean
Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G
Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin Said that I'm trippin
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
A lot of people poke fun and that's alright
start pokin back they get all uptight
You can't cap with the master son
So sit your ass down before I blast ya one
Break it up let's tie one on
I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
So I grab my walkman but before I cut
I got behind the garage and fire it up
gonna fire it up gonna fire it on up (now it changes to freebird)
if I leave here tommorow would you still remeber me
cause I must be travelin on now theres too many things that I gotta see
if I stay here with you girl, things just couldnt be the same
Im as free as a bird now and this bird you cannot change
and this bird you cannot change and this bird youll never change
oh no I cant change
(cmon---get it) this next part rocks, but the only thing in its the solo. you figure that one out, and
it
I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have can't mold to sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
And at times you can say I'm outta 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 head is my master plan, Uh