Counterfeiter's Blues

歌詞

He said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke Eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that Jesus broke This is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine I'm smoking shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime This is not the truth you tell me, but some terrible evil joke Sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat There seem to me an awful lot of charlatans round here Hustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, sharps and mutineers The factory and subterfuge and corporato cheat Conspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our feet The lords of mass producto mass product at quite a pace Won't be long these counterfeit blues will run the whole damn place These notes that you've been playing with are a little bit too green The printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheen Your bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off Your snout will have to make its way from the far end of the trough You got suckered in to trying to make your money overnight It looks to me like the counterfeit blues will be dogging you all your life This worn out western hat I got no longer smells like horse And I can't afford to keep one around now that Rooster's gone, of course I guess I left it all behind me now, except for when I write And sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that life Yes years of rocka rolla have exacted quite a fee Maybe them old counterfeit blues have been creeping up on me