I woke up this morning, someone was knocking at my door.

I woke up this morning, someone was knocking at my door.

And I said... Hello Sweet Satan

I believe it's time to go.

Who's that writin'? John the Revelator x3

Wrote the book of the seven seals.

God walked down in the cool of the day.

Called Adam by his name.

He refused to answer, cause he was naked and ashamed.

Tell me...

Who's that writin'? John the Revelator. x3

Wrote the book of the seven seals.

Christ he had twelve apostles.

Three of them he led away.

He said, "Watch with me for one hour baby.

While I go yonder and pray."

Tell me...

Who's that writin'? John the Revelator. x3

Wrote the book of the seven seals.

Christ he rose on Easter morning.

Mary and Martha came down to see.

He said, "Go tell my disciples baby.

To meet me in Galilee.

Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator.

Who's that writin'? John the Revelator.

Who's that writin'? John the Revelator.

Wrote the book of the seven seals.

I took some money.

Good Old USD.

The kind approved by the SEC.

Then I bought some Crypto.

I decentralised.

Then I start to realise.

I sank my whole ass into Crypto.

Went long and leveraged all my trades.

I bought the dip, sold the Rip, Bull or Bear, my assets slipped.

Minted my soul onto the Blockchain.

I mined for Bitcoin.

I Made NFTs.

Turned on alerts for Elons Tweets.

I bought into Doge Coin.

And XRP.

Even gave a bunch of it to old Sam Bankman-Fried.

I sank my whole ass into Crypto.

Went long and leveraged all my trades.

I bought the dip, sold the Rip, Bull or Bear, my assets slipped.

Minted my soul onto the Blockchain.

It was bound to happen.

CBDCs.

The government is seizing all our green.

Thank God I moved all mine.

Exchanged it out to De-Fi.

Wish I could remember my seed phrase.

I sank my whole ass into Crypto.

Went long and leveraged all my trades.

I bought the dip, sold the Rip, Bull or Bear, my assets slipped.

Minted my soul onto the Blockchain.

Automatons sing a soulless choir.

A symphony of progress, thoughts are wired.

The Algorythm takes it's hold.

Artificial pulse that beats below.

With AI's Rise, Humanity Retires.

No more stood on the factory floor.

Hands once proud, what is no more.

No voice up on the assembly line.

Just Automation saving time.

With AI's Rise, Humanity Retires.

Man sits alone at his workstation.

With the work he used to do.

Now he simply clicks and consumes. 

While progress baby, makes all the moves.

With AI's Rise, Humanity Retires.

With AI's Rise, Humanity Retires.

With AI's Rise, Humanity Retires.

With AI's Rise, Humanity Retires.

Tonight I'll only see you.

You're the only girl the one who I can see thru.

Tonight I'm only yours.

When tomorrow comes I'm heading out the door.

I have to walk my own line.

Can't be there all the time.

Describe the perfect evening.

Is it candle light, open fires and feelings?

Describe the perfect man.

Does he care for you take you by the hand?

Or does he walk his own line?

Can't be there all the time.

Baby! I cannot describe to you what it means to be by your side.

Baby! I cannot describe to you how it feels to leave you behind.

It's time to walk together.

You and I we can play the game forever.

It's time to make amends.

And maybe we can make it to the end.

If we walk the same line.

Can we just be clear I’m not a simple man.

But I got some fairly simple needs.

I’ll keep it simple My Dear I just don’t need a great deal.

I just need a couple of basic things.

I don’t need a Mother, I don’t need a Friend.

I don’t need another broken thing to mend.

Coming home from a long hard night, there’s only one thing on my mind.

That’s a cold beer, a cigar and a whiskey.

And your sweet lips on my…

Oh My God

Conversation ain't my thing when I’m getting back home.

It’s not a time to hit me with your grief.

Planning weekends ain’t my bag, unless it’s a rock’n’roll show with my band.

It’s not a time that I need to hold your hand

I don’t need a Mother, I don’t need a Friend.

I don’t need another broken thing to mend.

Coming home from a long hard night, there’s only one thing on my mind.

That’s a cold beer, a cigar and a whiskey.

And your sweet lips on my…

Oh My God

But don’t you worry now baby I’ll give you all that you need.

Cause I’m a man in whom you can believe.

I’ll feed you when you’re hungry, be there for you when you’re down.

But I’m gonna need you to understand right now.

I don’t need a Mother, I don’t need a Friend.

I don’t need another broken thing to mend.

Coming home from a long hard night, there’s only one thing on my mind.

That’s a cold beer, a cigar and a whiskey.

And your sweet lips on my…

Oh My God

It's not the people that you take with you on a journey.

They couldn't make it on their own yeah.

It's the people that you meet along the way.

That make the journey really worth the pain.

It's nice to meet you.

Please excuse these dregs they're almost see-thru.

I don't know why I fucking drag them with me.

But then again I need someone sometimes to Hold My Coat.

Your entourage is something you may need when you're lonely.

But they can really drag you down yeah.

And I'm the kind of man to choose to walk alone.

Step by step I make my world my own.

It's nice to meet you.

Please excuse these dregs they're almost see-thru.

I don't know why I fucking drag them with me.

But then again I need someone sometimes to Hold My Coat.

Too Sweet for me baby.

You’re too sweet for me now.

You’re too sweet for me baby.

You’re too sweet for me now.

The doctor said I’ve gotta quit you.

But I don’t know how.

You’re like a Cherry Pie baby.

What you teasing me for?

You’re like a Cherry Pie baby.

What you teasing me for?

The doctor said I’ve I gotta quit you.

I can’t have you no more.

You raise my blood sugar baby. 

My insulin is real low.

You raise my blood sugar baby .

My insulin is real low.

The doctor said I’ve gotta quit you.

So I guess you gotta go.

Too Sweet for me baby.

You’re too sweet for me now.

You’re too sweet for me baby.

You’re too sweet for me now.

The doctor said I’ve gotta quit you.

But I don’t know how.

So you’re in a bluesy band.

And you’ve covered some tasty jams.

But you’ve “got something to say”.

You think about it every day.

So you write a badass tune.

But the lyrics still elude you.

And your stuck with pen in hand.

What do you do?

You Insert A Cliché.

So you could say something fresh.

Or that forces folks to think

But you need to get it done. 

Because the band needs that new song.

But you don’t know where to look.

So you start with the big hook.

You pull a cliche out your ass.

“Yeah. That’ll do.”

You Insert A Cliché

So you had your fucking chance.

To say something with some substance.

But instead you “shit the bed”.

And wrote some bullshit song instead.

But the crowd don’t seem to mind.

You’ve got away with it this time.

But when you finally get found out, that’s all on you!

We’ve been all around this world.

Seen a lot of crazy fucking things.

We’ve been all the way to Hell and back Baby.

And dealt with everything that brings.

At some point we decided not to be divided the challenge.

There’s only one word I can think of to describe what we have been.

We’ve been thru a lot together…

If we ever need to get things done we’ve got our little winning team

The competition beats itself Baby when they’re taking on the King and Queen

At some point we decided not to be divided the challenge.

There’s only one word I can think of to describe what we have been.

We’ve been thru a lot together…

When you’re busy and your boss walks in with a big shit eating grin.

You know already that he’s gonna ask you something really fucking dim.

You’ll have to fake that smile again this time and reply with something.

That makes him think that really you give a shit about the shit that he’s asking.

Except I couldn’t give a Monkeys.

I really couldn’t give a shit.

I’m tired of being Mr Nice Guy.

I’m fucking thru with it.

When you need to quickly do that thing but the thing ain’t doing it.

And you have to call the guy for help even tho he’s a fucking idiot.

And you spend the next 2 hours turning it off and on again.

And listening to his fucking crap about the software updating.

Except I couldn’t give a Monkeys.

I really couldn’t give a shit.

I’m tired of being Mr Nice Guy.

I’m fucking thru with it.

When your Human Resource Manager calls a late meeting.

And spends the whole afternoon talking about staff wellbeing.

When you could be out actually getting something fucking done.

But instead you gotta listen to her crap and fucking nod along.

Except I couldn’t give a Monkeys.

I really couldn’t give a shit.

I’m tired of being Mr Nice Guy.

I’m fucking thru with it.

Yeah you can't align your love to mine.

Yeah you can't rely on faith.

No it helps you when you freeze in line.

No, no one can resist.

Drop That Fucking Attitude.

I believe in you Baby.

Why don't you believe in me.

Yeah like I could care any more for this.

I leave my freedom at your door.

No it takes you one last time to see.

Take your last wish care of me.

Drop That Fucking Attitude.

I believe in you Baby.

Why don't you believe in me.

Yeah the weight the world has put on you.

You burden unto me.

No testing could prepare for this.

The only proven way is through.

Drop That Fucking Attitude.

I believe in you Baby.

Why don't you believe in me.

They’ll come to get you and take you away.

But that’s ok with me I’m game.

They’ll probe you gently, invade your mind.

But they’ll be shocked at what they find.

Space Ships are so fucking cool my dear.

Beam me up and take me away from here.

I specialise in Close Encounters it’s my thing.

It ain’t abduction if you're the one piloting.

Where are we going?What is the time?

Doesn’t really matter at warp factor 9.

I’m setting phasers to kill, diverting life support to shields.

Resistance is futile .

Space Ships are so fucking cool my dear.

Beam me up and take me away from here.

I specialise in Close Encounters it’s my thing.

It ain’t abduction if you’re the one piloting.

Now the battle is over, and we’re back on Earth.

Our enemies will not return.

But if they ever dare to have the balls to come back.

I’ll send my fleet out to attack.

Space Ships are so fucking cool my dear.

Beam me up and take me away from here.

I specialise in Close Encounters it’s my thing.

It ain’t abduction if you’re the one piloting.

Yes I packed up all my clothes.

I’m moving away from your door.

Yes I packed up all my clothes.

Baby I’m moving away from your door.

I’ve been you fool for so long.

Baby I won’t be your fool no more. 

I gave you all my money baby.

I’m working about as hard as any man can.

I came home early one morning baby.

And I fucking found you with another man.

I’ve been you fool for so long.

Baby I won’t be your fool no more. 

So good-bye baby.

You don’t even care.

The love I had for you was so strong.

But you treat me so unfair. 

I’ve been you fool for so long.

Baby I won’t be your fool no more.