I'm hitting heavy, I'm swinging low
So low and steady, I don't know
Who can go the distance
When karma comes gunning for you
Gunning for you
You can say what you want, baby
But there ain't nothing we can do
Now the preacher man's selling that book of revelation
And Uncle Sam's selling us a one-world nation
Banks and some bets for the next generation
And Uncle Sam's selling us a one-world nation
All while building us a big space station
I bought a Chevy in Idaho
Hey, where I'm headed, I don't know
But my existence is a glorified story of the truth
Story of the truth
They can talk all they want, baby
But my existence is a glorified story of the truth
That's all they ever do
Now the preacher man's selling that book of revelation
And Uncle Sam's selling us a one-world nation
Banks and some bets for the next generation
And Wall Street's stirring up the whole situation
Ah, ah, ah
And Uncle Sam's selling us a one-world nation
So come and catch me if you can
Maybe Egypt, or Iran
I ran, starting revolutions, baby, hey, that's what I do, that's what he do, you can be who you want, mama, but it's better being you, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, now the preacher man's yelling that book of revelation, and Uncle Sam's selling us a one world nation, banks hedging bets for the next generation,
and Bobby's upset, cause there ain't nothing changing, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, there ain't nothing changing, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, there ain't nothing changing, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, and Bobby's upset cause there ain't nothing changing,
I'll see you next time.