Bad Seeds - Throw Rag

Rollin' to a brand new old world

Searching for that same old cheap thrill

Got a lotta lotta time to kill

Got a lotta lotta blood to spill

Ain’t no right, ain’t no wrong

I’m god’s abcess her absent

Slip a leave of absence

From abstinence

Burning hippies

Burning incense

Burning punk rock’s establishment

I’m heading to your village soon

Poon pillage on the next new moon

The devil’s tax is a luxury

So save your money and look for me