Jim Gordon Blues (The Dictators)

Alienation generation's constipation Consequence of years of Oprahzation Super-concentrated self infatuation I don't have a clue I don't trust those who do I'm just tryin' to shake these Jim Gordon Blues Now that every word has lost its meaning Now we know the image is deceiving I can't trust what I'm not believing I don't have a clue I don't trust those who do I'm just tryin' to shake these Jim Gordon Blues Don't kiss it, who knows where it's been Don't think it, if it might offend Don't chase what's blowin' in the wind I don't have a clue I don't trust those who do I'm just tryin' to shake these Jim Gordon Blues The voices are screaming, constantly berating A moment of silence would be so intoxicating The urge to kill can be so liberating I don't have a clue I don't trust those who do I'm just tryin' to shake these Jim Gordon Blues