Bad Seeds

Rollin' to a brand new old world
Searching for that same old cheap thrill
Got a lotta lotta time to kill
Got a lotta lotta blood to spill

Ain't no right, ain't no wrong
I'm god's abcess her absent
Slip a leave of absence
From abstinence
Burning hippies
Burning incense
Burning punk rock's establishment

I'm heading to your village soon
Poon pillage on the next new moon
The devil's tax is a luxury
So save your money and look for me