Crucifunkin' - Gruntruck

Say, what it’s good for?

Good for funkin' around

Say, what it tastes like?

Nothing but you always want more

Pray that it fends off evil off of you like a whore

Take the streets and ride a reef and pull the sucker down

Crucifunkin'

Say, that the flags of your soul still suckin' around

Feels like you’re living ten feet underground

Stay in the doghouse, scratching with your hand in your mouth

Take your feet and put 'em in and eat and chain the temple down

Crucifunkin'

Crucifunkin'

Crucifunkin'

Stay in your goat house, stay in the morgue

Live for the moment when your body’s pulled

To live for a castle that’s floating in the sky

Might be really silly if your soul forgets to rise

Crucifunkin'

Crucifunkin'

To tether my suspicions

I’ve gotta hold with everything I know

Yeah, to ride on my condition

I gotta push, well, on and on

Well, this disease has got me down

My fingers scrape the ground

'Cause all I see doesn’t fit

My head is spinning 'round

You know the gaunt they push while they’re greasing pockets

Taking people in their greed has got me down

And so I’ll get away from burning silver steeples

And crucifunkin' on

Say, what it’s good for?

Good for funkin' around

Say, what it tastes like?

Nothing but you always want more

Pray that it fends off evil off of you like a whore

Take the streets and ride a reef and pull the sucker down

Crucifunkin'

Crucifunkin'

Crucifunkin'

Crucifunkin'

Crucifunkin'

Well, get off your cross and dance