Plot a course for greener pastures, destination unknown.
I'm tired of breaking my back and working my fingers to the bone.
Can't work to these rules anymore, my patience is out on loan.
This mortal coil on which we toil has had it's blood from this stone.
I ain't no friend of Jesus, no crickets watching me.
I'm a self-made man,as I breathe and stand, what you get is what you see.
And there is no ever-after celestial plain of ecstasy.
Nor fiery depths so the years I've left i want them to be free.
And i don't need respect for what I've done.
Nor do i care if what I've said is wrong.
You'd take away my right to sing this song.
Because you don't want a perfect future, you only want control.
There's no purpose to your protest, no rhythm to your tune.
When it falls down you think, was it too late, was it too soon?
While you think and talk, fight and scream, everything you're doing.
Is only beneficial to those who hate you through and through.
Still I ain't no friend of Jesus, no crickets watching me.
I'm a self-made man,as I breathe and stand, what you get is what you see.
And there is no ever-after celestial plain of ecstasy.
Nor fiery depths so the years I've left i want them to be free.
And i don't need respect for what I've done.
Nor do i care if what I've said is wrong.
You'd take away my right to sing this song.
Because you don't want a perfect future, you only want control.
They controlled you, sold you down the river, then they fooled you, told you that you could be free.
They controlled you, sold you down the river, then they fooled you, told you that you could be free.
They controlled you, sold you down the river, then they fooled you, told you that you could be free.
So let me tear you limb from limb and we can bury you in the sky.
So you can finally be a part of that for what you claim you'd fight and die.
The allegiances you've sworn mean nothing, no matter what you try.
And when your blood runs out and you draw your last, we'll see just where they lie.
I ain't no friend of Jesus, no crickets watching me.
I'm a self-made man,as I breathe and stand, what you get is what you see.
And there is no ever-after celestial plain of ecstasy.
Nor fiery depths so the years I've left i want them to be free.
And i don't need respect for what I've done.
Nor do i care if what I've said is wrong.
You'd take away my right to sing this song.
Because you don't want a perfect future, you only want control.
With range, character and depth to his vocals and a passionate and varied playing style, Tim tackles an array of genres and
influences in his music, while his lyrics take on a wide selection of topics from the personal to the political, always conveyed with a hint of irony and a heavy dose of cynicism....more