I'm gonna sing my blues, to the rattle of a sidewinder Sing it to insomniac kids, and set their heads on fire So turn that gain way higher, it'll help you find your blue skies sunny eyes And while the whole street sleeps, you and I Get blazed, get blazed and we raise a glass for the end of days I could have been anything I could have been a saint But in the end we all die just the same And when I'm dead I'm dead and I'm done All I wanna say is that it was fun Cause I ain't no hippy and I ain't no punk But I love that tastes cause it tastes like funk Let there be peace on Mother Earth, and god will save the Queen And then we'll move it to the promised land, in the back of a blacked out limousine Do it for your grey lunged martyrs, and do it for your twisted spine Fathers Do it for your ha-ha heroics, of the unsung poet Get blazed, get blazed and we raise a glass for the end of days I could have been anything I could have been a saint But in the end we all die just the same And when I'm dead I'm dead and I'm done All I wanna say is that it was fun Cause I ain't no hippy and I ain't no punk But I love that tastes cause it tastes like funk Get blazed, get blazed and we raise a glass for the end of days I could have been anything I could have been a saint But in the end we all die just the same And when I'm dead I'm dead and I'm done All I wanna say is that it was fun Cause I ain't no hippy and I ain't no punk But I love that tastes cause it tastes like funk Get blazed, get blazed and we raise a glass for the end of days I could have been anything I could have been a saint But in the end we all die just the same And when I'm dead I'm dead and I'm done All I wanna say is that it was fun Cause I ain't no hippy and I ain't no punk But I love that tastes cause it tastes like funk