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