Liquid Gold

So when the time has come For me to move beyond And I still don't know Which side I'm on So maybe jesus won't Give me a smoke all right Well I'm sure old satan Has got a light But I've had enough of that I'm gonna miss my mother Enough of that My sister and my father Enough of that And I'm gonna miss all my friends I'm not gonna miss the jetset-monks Or their fancy car They can't ride, shoot straight They can't play the guitar They're good looking and they're rich But oh so cold Go on and fill your throat with liquid gold I've had enough of that You people are not groovy Enough of that keep on living in your movie Enough of that And I know you people don't want me around Wait an hour Wait a minute Wait a second Now watch the bad Here they're coming Snaking in my line Used to getting what they want My oh my What about "Thy foot shall slide in due time" Will you please step aside, sir, If you don't mind? I've had enough of that How I miss my mother enough of that My sister and father But most of all I'm gonna miss playing my guitar