Jump for Joy

Jump for joy

Gimme apocalypse

I got 20 dollars burning

I got a rock in my pocket, I’ll come around

Don’t say nothing when I burn it

 

Jump for joy

The seas are rising

Still, I gotta make it right

I might take a little ride on that Alabama Rocket

59 South feeling so good

 

The strangeways I was living in

All the things I was too afraid of saying

Drinking the darkness, and that ain’t all:

I need an illusion

 

Jump for joy

See where it gets you

Take it to the highway

Like Dickey Betts

Nothing’s a given

In the Book of the Dead or the bed of the living