magic eight ball Etienne, Etienne, what do you see? Who we are and how we’ll be Will we cleanse in the rain or drown in the water? Will we have peace or will we have slaughter? Etienne, Etienne, what do you know? Tell me which way that the wind gon’ blow Etienne, Etienne, can you make a late call? Tell me what you see in yer magic eight ball Are we on the edge of a gilded age? Or are we just trapped in a gilded cage? Will we last long or are we almost done? Will we rise to the moon or burn in the sun? Etienne, Etienne, what do you know? Tell me which way that the wind gon’ blow Etienne, Etienne, can you make a late call? Tell me what you see in yer magic eight ball Every day, somethin’ new, everybody dyin’ The priests and the politicians just keep lyin’ Big pharma fat cats laughin’ at the big joke Ain’t nothin’ but a system rigged for the rich folk Etienne, Etienne, what do you know? Tell me which way that the wind gon’ blow Etienne, Etienne, can you make a late call? Tell me what you see in yer magic eight ball What will we keep, and what will we abandon? When the die is cast, who gon’ be left standin’? What come after death, and what come before birth? Will it really be the meek that inherit the whole earth? Etienne, Etienne, what do you know? Tell me which way that the wind gon’ blow Etienne, Etienne, can you make a late call? Tell me what you see in yer magic eight ball (P) PreachSongsMusic/Kobalt Music/BMI

crisco in e If you goin’ out west, better check out san francisco If you goin’ out west, better check out san francisco Mama’s little baby love shortenin’ bread, better get yerself some Crisco If the biscuit is round, you got a Nabisco If the biscuit is round, you got a Nabisco Mama’s little baby love shortenin’ bread, better get yerself some Crisco Mama’s little baby love shortenin’ bread, shortenin’ bread, shortenin’ bread Mama’s little baby love shortenin’ bread, and the belly is where the bliss go Mama’s little baby love shortenin’ bread, better get yerself some Crisco If it’s four on the floor, then you must be playin’ disco Mama’s little baby love shortenin’ bread, better get yerself some Crisco Some folks dig Michoacán, but I dig Jalisco 2x Mama’s little baby love shortenin’ bread, better get yerself some Crisco Mama’s little baby love shortenin’ bread, shortenin’ bread, shortenin’ bread Mama’s little baby love shortenin’ bread, and the belly is where the bliss go Mama’s little baby love shortenin’ bread, better get yerself some Crisco (p) PreachSongsMusic/Kobalt Music/BMI

transgentrified Tried to come around, to the tender side Tried to come around, to the tender side But baby, you know your part of town been transgentrified Went and called a cab, couldn’t give directions if I tried Went and called a cab, couldn’t give directions if I tried I used to know my way around, but it’s been transgentrified There’s still a struggle on the street, but they sellin’ it on the side There’s still a struggle on the street, but they sellin’ it on the side I used to know this part of town, but it’s been transgentrified Tried to ask you where you lived, but I do believe you lied Tried to ask you where you lived, but I do believe you lied You know I used to know this part of town, but it’s been transgentrified I used to live above this block, but there ain’t no more underside I used to live above this block, but there ain’t no more underside I used to know this part of town, but it’s been transgentrified (p) PreachSongsMusic/Kobalt Music/BMI

riddle me this I was born in a iowa hut In the ice cold belly of the winter My daddy scrapin ice off the inside of the walls With a bent old windshield wiper Life is a riddle With a clue in the middle And a hint or two right down the line And you don’t want to miss The final plot twist It’s guaranteed to blow your mind Every year it was another new town The last one fadin’ in the tailight I learned to read from a sears catalog Under the covers with a battery flashlight Life is a riddle With a clue in the middle And a hint or two right down the line And you don’t want to miss The final plot twist It’s guaranteed to blow your mind I was growin’ up strong, and I was feelin’ my song and I was tryin’ hard to grow up faster I got in my first band, and I tried to make my stand With a beat up old Telecaster Life is a riddle With a clue in the middle And a hint or two right down the line And you don’t want to miss The final plot twist It’s guaranteed to blow your mind i been down, so many long roads A million stickers stuck in my scrapbook A million tales from a million miles All scribbled in my moleskine notebook Life is a riddle With a clue in the middle And a hint or two right down the line And you don’t want to miss The final plot twist It’s guaranteed to blow your mind (p) PreachSongsMusic/Kobalt Music/BMI

blues for carpo’s Man, i’m lookin’ at the stop sign, south of Market Seen a cop comin’ up, I got to park it Baby, baby, baby now, honey, show me your car pose Cuz we goin’ out tonight, baby, I’m takin’ you to Carpo’s Baby, I’m no astronomer, but I look lookin’ at the sky And I’m trainin’ my lens and I’m given’ you the eye Baby, baby, baby now, honey, show me your star pose Cuz we goin’ out tonight, baby, I’m takin’ you to Carpo’s We’ll dig a little music and shake up the place You fingerpick the melody and I’ll thumb the bass Baby, baby, baby now, honey, show me your guitar pose Cuz we goin’ out tonight, baby, I’m takin’ you to Carpo’s Let’s have a drink first, before we dine Maybe a bottle in bond or some old moonshine Baby, baby, baby now, honey, show me your jar pose Cuz we goin’ out tonight, baby, I’m takin’ you to Carpo’s I ain’t no astronomer, but I know the night sky You’re a beacon in the dark for this ol’ sailor to sight by Baby, baby, baby now, honey, show me your star pose Cuz we goin’ out tonight, baby, I’m takin’ you to Carpo’s (p) PreachSongsMusic/Kobalt Music/BMI

raise your hand With my Flying V, and a Peavey And a platform to move on I’m gon’ make the changes easy With 12 bars to groove on Raise your hand Let your fist stand strong And let the band Let the band play on Dollar signs, and picket lines On a highway to hell In the pines, in the pines, I’m a rebel, so I rebel Raise your hand Let your fist stand strong And let the band Let the band play on A power trio, to fight the power The revolution that you came for Comes a time, strike the hour This is the moment we were trained for Raise your hand Let your fist stand strong And let the band Let the band play on (p) PreachSongsMusic/Kobalt Music/BMI

ichabod crane I got a ghost story, runnin’ ‘round my brain I got a ghost story, runnin’ ‘round my brain Wish I never seen Sleepy Hollow, said Ichabod Crane The wind is blowin’ cold, and I believe I seen somethin’ strange The wind is blowin’ cold, and I believe I seen somethin’ strange Wish I never seen Sleepy Hollow, said Ichabod Crane Ain’t got no head, got a pumpkin where it’s ‘posed to be I done come to Sleepy Hollow, now, the horseman is comin’ after me Ain’t got no head, got a pumpkin where it’s ‘posed to be I done come to Sleepy Hollow, now, the horseman is comin’ after me I hear sounds from the graveyard, like a draggin’ ball and chain I hear sounds from the graveyard, like a draggin’ ball and chain Wish I never seen Sleepy Hollow, said Ichabod Crane I don’t want to cross the bridge at the swamp in the fog and the rain I don’t want to cross the bridge at the swamp in the fog and the rain Don’t wanna meet no headless horseman, said Ichabod Crane Ain’t got no head, got a pumpkin where it’s ‘posed to be I done come to Sleepy Hollow, now, the horseman is comin’ after me Ain’t got no head, got a pumpkin where it’s ‘posed to be I done come to Sleepy Hollow, now, the horseman is comin’ after me Ridin’ for my life, got that pumpkin hurtlin’ at me, all in flames Ridin’ for my life, got that pumpkin hurtlin’ at me, all in flames Wish I never seen Sleepy Hollow, said Ichabod Crane In the graveyard there’s a stone, and on it, there’s my name In the graveyard there’s a stone, and on it, there’s my name In the town of sleepy hollow, here lies Ichabod Crane (p) PreachSongsMusic/Kobalt Music/BMI

twin exhaust fascination Got my girl in the passenger seat I said, girl, we’re racing in the street With the flag, comin’ down Let me rev, listen to the sound Yeah, buddy, we racin’ in the street Just need someone that we can beat I need a chump in a pacer Black smoke from the carburetor I got the fastest camaro in the nation I got a twin exhaust fascination I got the fastest car you ever seen We got time to stop at the dairy queen A&W, in my big boat Get you a root beer float And then we rollin’, where we facin’ And then we’re ballin’, cuz we’re racin’ Dad’s are hollerin’ about their daughters And i’m ballin’ my speedometer I got the fastest camaro in the nation I got a twin exhaust fascination They talkin’ ‘bout me in the neighborhood They all say this boy been drivin’ good Put me behind the big wheel White walls, and the big squeal Way i spend, i’m payin’ rent and vacation For the cats at the gas station Pop a can, mello yello or fresca I got sauce, like puttanesca I got the fastest camaro in the nation I got a twin exhaust fascination Was a time, i dug some speed metal Got metallica on and my foot on the pedal Put the pedal down, and i’m speedin’ Got anthrax on, and i’m leadin In the race, and it’s anthrax And public enemy, and it’s on wax How low can i go I don’t know, it takes a nation I got the fastest camaro in the nation I got a twin exhaust fascination If i said i never listened to rap i’d be a liar Sucker mc’s can call me sire My hoopty, my white wall You at the roadside, tryin’ to look tall But you’re too short, or maybe eazy Front seat big enough to play parcheesi Vinyl seat, in the sun it’s burnin hot Speakers bumpin’ to sir mixalot I got the fastest camaro in the nation I got a twin exhaust fascination Didn’t care about school, or my grades Tried to put my hair in a high-top fade Still listenin’ to rap, and to the hip-hop But then i realized, this has gotta stop Put my hand on my fake chrome radio Because i realized that i gotta go Right back to the AM bandwidth Stop at Shell, get a sandwich I got the fastest camaro in the nation I got a twin exhaust fascination In the flare legs, in a cowboy hat In the 70's, man, that's where it's at I want to hear that 3-guitar attack I want Lynyrd Skynyrd to come back Stevie Wonder, Innervisions I wanna attend that studio session I wanna hear it, don't wanna get bored I want a song that's got 4 clavichords I got the fastest camaro in the nation I got a twin exhaust fascination Remember when Prince rode the purple hondamatic? And everybody wearin’ their members only jackets? Whatever happened to morris day O-e-o-e-o, that’s what they all say All he was doin’ was carryin’ on The p-funk tradition, so it didn’t get gone Drive a little red corvette in the purple rain And i’m insane in the membrane I got the fastest camaro in the nation I got a twin exhaust fascination Whatever happened to molly hatchet? Their star burned bright but no one could catch it They were southern and a little bit gothic The star fell, and i caught it Nobody ever knew what they was after But they was flirtin with disaster Drive fast and you get what you deserve Jan and Dean on dead man’s curve I got the fastest camaro in the nation I got a twin exhaust fascination (p) PreachSongsMusic/Kobalt Music/BMI