Call It What You Will

I said
"All perverted persons seem to do what you do"
Well
Yeah they say that the time ain't mine
And I can't do the things I choose
So you rock me with ya roller cane
Turn me to silt and wash off your hands
I've got a certain
I've got a thing in mind for you
Free your mind and
Free your mind babe
Free your mind yeah
Free your mind
No ifs-ands about it
I don't need no mournin' touch
You can raise your handsbut all I'll say is
'Babe you've had enough'
Lord I've cried now
But you're so damn overused
All this time I sit here with nothin' about
Every little scrape in my mind
Just up and leaves somehow
So you rock me with your roller cane
Then you turn me to silt and wash off your hands
No ifs-ands about it
I don't need no mournin' touch
You can raise your hands but all I'll say is
'Babe you've had enough'
Lord I've cry now, well
But you're so damn overused
And I've tried now, babe
But your so damn overused
No ifs-ands about it
I don't need no mournin' touch
You can raise your hands, but all I'll say is
'Babe you've had enough'
Lord I cried now, hell
But you're so damn overused
And I've tried now, babe
But you're so damn overused
Live on, Give on, Shine on