Livin' On

(álbum: Bull Of The Woods - 1969)

If you see me rocking
It's that the times are right
I'm bringing in my stocking
If the score is tight

I may drop in and plant smoke stacks
Good living, it leaves no tracks
What's ugly, it's wrong
So I'm just living on

I hear you talking
You're only popping spit
Automatic walking
Through a snaffle bit

Your dingy, it just circles insane
You take the Lord's name in vain
Dead-end kings have come
Livin's off, not living on

Living on past the ice age
And walrus harpoons
Living on past the space age
And the yellow balloons

In the age of the exit
Are the moving cartoons
Bringing you right along
Helping you living on

If you miss my special
And help me out alone
Be sure to keep me level
I'm talking on my own

So don't be taken by what I say
If it's too rigid to go away
But you're never really gone
You're only living on

If you miss my watching
Sometimes I'm catching all I can
In the steady watching
Of the prophet's plan, oh

And the good life of live they foretell
Will keep us our souls very well
In the wisdom of right ever long
And the spirit of us living on