I am the Bullgod — текст песни (Kid Rock)

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 youuu)

Verse 1:
I`m like a train I roll hard lettin` off much steam
In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin` tough
With my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp, back in `86
Then 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 tell no lies
I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes
I`m on the brink, if you know what I mean
And the twelve 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`

Unh, huh, huh, said I`m trippin`

Chorus

Verse 2:
A lot of people poke fun and that`s alright
But when I start pokin` back they get all uptight, uh
You can`t cap with the master son
So sit your ass down `fore I blast you one
`Cause I`m so greasy you can call me mud
And I feel a little hate running through my blood
I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts
You can bid all day, but I can`t be bought
Uh, 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 go behind the garage and fire it up
`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`

Huh, huh, said I`m trippin` (Didn`t you know?)

Chorus

(Forsaken)

Psh...You ain`t nothin`...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Come on get `em up)
(Come on get `em up)
(Come on get `em up)

Chorus (2x)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)

Verse 3:
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, I can`t mold the sense
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
Every time 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

I`m gonna get you
I see through you
I`m gonna get you
I see through you!