come together

Black Label Society

Come Together

Here come old flat top
He come groovin up slowly
He got jew jew eyeballs
He want holy rollers
He got hair (mama) down to his knees
Got to be a joker
He just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger yeah
He shoot Coca Cola (now)
He say I know you, and mama you know me yeah
One thing you can tell mama
You got to be free now
Come together man, right now
Over me
He bag production
He got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard
He one spinal cracker
He got feet (yeah) down below his knees
Hold you in his armchair
You can feel his disease
Come together man, yeah now
Over me
He roller coaster
He got early warning
He got muddy water
He one Mojo filter
He say one and one (ow mama) and one is three
YEAH... Got to be good looking motherfucker
cause he s so hard to see
Come together, yeah
Over me