You know, life ain’t nothing but a river
just moving through an empty hand.
I said, life ain’t nothing but a river
moving through an empty hand.
You can hold on if you want to.
But, Lord, when the truth hits the fan.
Smack dab in the 20th century,
machine guns on every block.
Smack dab in the 20th century,
machine guns on every block.
You know a big stick don't make a shepherd
if he can't control the flock.
You'd better rise up, Rudyard Kipling.
Methinks the end draweth anigh.
I said, you'd better rise up, Rudyard Kipling.
'cause methinks the end draweth anigh.
To all your sons at the Pentagon
write a haiku
from Chairman Mao.
Tell 'em
Tell 'em
Tell 'em you can't shit the shitter, baby.
No matter how hard you try.
You'd better look out for the blue guerrilla.
You'd better look out for the blue guerrilla. (You'd better look out, goddammit!)
You'd better look out for the blue guerrilla. (You'd better look out!)
Look out for the blue guerrilla. ('Better look out.)
(Mm.)
You know,
one day
as we were traveling on our way
Traveling on Highway 44, moving through Missouri
--in fact, I can't stay with you very long, I've got to get back to St. Louis. (Got to get back).
But while I'm here I want to [cherry?] with you just a little while and tell you a little story.
Once as we were traveling on our way, moving through Missouri going through Highway 44 (Yeah, yeah!)
Heh! Lord have mercy. (Yeah!)
And you see,
out there in the lowlands (Woo!)
of the Midwest (I feel it!)
Hallelujah (Yeah, I feel this shit!)
Out there in the Midland, lowlands (lowlands!) of the U.S. (Very lowlands, yeah!)
they ain't got what they got in New York (Never had!)
All those collected gray entrapments
Out there there's nothing but sky and land.
And we were moving on this hill. (Hmm!)
And, you see, on the side of the road. (Yeah!)
You know the side of the road? (Yeah, the [west?] side!)
W-w-w-yeah-yeah with them-them-them huge, multi-colored, Grand Canyon-style rocks?
Green, and red, and orange ((Doo boot dooom))
Opal-colored sounds (Yeah!) permeating out (Woo!)
((Bud-ah duh duuh))
Well, you see, we were traveling on this road
Moving through Missouri
Going on up the hill
And it seemed as though we reached a level where
We were entering into the gates of Heaven
And out from behind
one of these rocks,
--as we were moving on our way, going through the garden of Yosemite, moving on up to the Mountain of Olives--
as God as my witness, (Swear to God! Yeah.)
out from behind one of these rocks
came something looking very much like (You'd better look out)
a blue guerrilla. (You'd better look out! Motherfuckers)
He had a big apple cap.
He had an M-14 ax at his side
and he was
hitching a ride.
I said, "Hey, baby, who are you?"
He said "Jesus Christ"
--just like that, he did.
I said, "You know one thing?"
He said, "What's that, baby?"
I said, "They didn't accept you 2000 years ago and they're not going to accept you now."
But the blue guerrilla he just looked at me (Yeah)
Smiled his heavenly smile ((Doo-wop baah)) (Mm!)
Grinned his all-knowing grin (All-knowing grin!)
And then he said, "Kain!" (Kain!)
Heh.
When he said my name, Kain, I knew he had to be God. (Who else?)
He said, "Kain,
I don't want you to worry about a thing.
'Cause you see,"
And then he said these words to me:
He said, "Life ain't nothing but a river
moving through an empty hand."
He said, "Life ain't nothing but a river
just moving through an empty hand.
Well, you can hold on if you want to.
But, Lord, when the shit hits the fan
you'd better look out for the blue guerrilla." ('Better look out!)
You'd better look out for the blue guerrilla. (You'd better look out!)
You'd better [[look out!]]
[[Look out!]]
[[Look out!]]
[[Look out!]]
[[Look out!]]
[[Look out!]]
Look out! (Look out!)
(Woo!)
(Uh!)
Look out for the blue guerrilla.
Look out.
(On your ass, motherfuckers)
Good looking out.
Good looking out.
