I Walk On Gilded Splinters (Live At Fillmore East/1971)

Some people think they jive me

But I know they must be crazy

Don't see their misfortune

I guess they're just too lazy

Je suie le grand zombie

My yellow belt of chosen

Ain't afraid of no tomcat

Fill my brains with poison

Walk through the fire

Fly through the smoke

See my enemy

At the end of their rope

Walk on pins and needles

See what they can do

Walk on guilded splinters

With the King of the Zulu

Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on guilded splinters

Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on guilded splinters

Till I burn up

Till I burn up

Till I burn up

Till I burn up

I roll out my coffin

Drink poison in my chalice

Pride begins to fade

And you all feel my malice

Put gris-gris on your doorstep

And soon you be in the gutter

Melt your heart like butter

And I can make you stutter

Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on guilded splinters

Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on guilded splinters

Till I burn up

Till I burn up

Till I burn up

Till I burn up