Call It What You Will

I said

"All perverted persons seem to do what you do"

Well

Yeah they say that the time ain't mine

And I can't do the things I choose

So you rock me with ya roller cane

Turn me to silt and wash off your hands

I've got a certain

I've got a thing in mind for you

Free your mind and

Free your mind babe

Free your mind yeah

Free your mind

No ifs-ands about it

I don't need no mournin' touch

You can raise your handsbut all I'll say is

'Babe you've had enough'

Lord I've cried now

But you're so damn overused

All this time I sit here with nothin' about

Every little scrape in my mind

Just up and leaves somehow

So you rock me with your roller cane

Then you turn me to silt and wash off your hands

No ifs-ands about it

I don't need no mournin' touch

You can raise your hands but all I'll say is

'Babe you've had enough'

Lord I've cry now, well

But you're so damn overused

And I've tried now, babe

But your so damn overused

No ifs-ands about it

I don't need no mournin' touch

You can raise your hands, but all I'll say is

'Babe you've had enough'

Lord I cried now, hell

But you're so damn overused

And I've tried now, babe

But you're so damn overused

Live on, Give on, Shine on