old jim and his horse at the rodeo

electric satelite circles the earth so bright

in that magnetic kind of sense you can feel

tightening around your stomach like a heel

in the gut like old jim comin to kneel on a temple

crowned to cigarettes and on the ground

he picks up two pennies that he found and says

today’ll be our lucky day

but jim you’re outta luck no one gives a fuck

what hat you wear when you come down the stairs

all smilin at a crowd so distracted

they don’t see your face as pale as the acid

wash on your jeans

and as you pray to go saddle up ol bill

you’ve got a road to treck or a hill

to carry your cross across just like dad said

don’t carry a big cross jim just a little one

but jesus was never on the run like jim

was when they found somethin fun-ky in the saddlebags

our lord and savior dressed in rags

and smilin at the crowd as he drags

his body across the floor

jim i don’t wanna be your beast o’ burden no more

just because jesus made you his whore

it’s a sick-down dusty road eyes out

lookin for a new piece of clout to hang out

on the barn boards, thank the lords

when these folks come make you make yourself dumb

cuz you hum and drone on about trump

about halters how you hit a bad bump

in the road of life last summer and now

well remember dad said every generation

is better than the last and every nation

is meant to blast apart at some point

in a cacophony of gunpowder cocaine and pain

and jim you’re just waitin to ride it through

not hide bury your pride in a graveyard

where dad’s little sayins like flowers grew

oh old jim will i know you’ve done no sin

to anyone but your gods or the real winner

of those two pennies you found on the ground

pick it up like a lottery ticket up like you lost

a chance to breathe carcinogenic dust to

lust after somethin you don’t know what  is it luck?

well fuck jim your luck’s out you’ve got one penny left

and jesus, you’ve never been blessed