I Walk On Gilded Splinters (Live at the 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