Your Mouth (Zappa Frank)

Your mouth is your religion You put your faith in a hole like that? You put your trust and your belief Above your jaw, and no relief Have I found I heard your story when you come home You said you went to see your sister last night Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth And find a funeral wreath While you'll be laying in the ground All alone So tell me where are you coming from With all them lies As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day. Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say Because it just might wanna blow you away 'Cause it just might wanna blow you away An evil woman, can make ya cry If you believe her every time she lies Well you can be a big fool If she makes you loose your cool, and so I've got me some advice you should try Just let her talk a little Oh, just let her talk a little more Just just let her talk a little more And when she runs out of words Just say the same thing that I told you before Now tell me where are you coming from With all them lies As you stumble in the breakin' of the day Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say Because it just might wanna blow you away 'Cause it just might wanna blow you away 'Cause it just might wanna blow you away 'Cause it just might wanna blow you away 'Cause it just might wanna blow you away 'Cause it just might wanna blow you away