I am a hypocrite, I'm on a long, long trip
I am a super slave in this long black veil
I am hypnotized by the blood of Christ
I am the father and a son, bullets and a gun
Bullets and a gun, bullets and a gun
♪
I am a super slave in this long cold race
Like father and son, bullets and a gun
Feeling very sad in my lover's bed
I feel hypnotized by the blood of Christ
♪
In this long cold race will take my hand
In this long cold night will fix me up
And this long cold race will take me away
In this long cold night will fix me up
♪
Hare Kṛṣṇa Hare, Hare Kṛṣṇa Hare
Hare Kṛṣṇa Hare, Hare Kṛṣṇa Hare
Hare Kṛṣṇa Hare, Hare Kṛṣṇa Hare
Hare Rama Hare, Hare Rama
In this long cold race will take my hand
In this long cold night will fix me up
And this long cold race will take me away
In this long cold night you will fix me up
In this long cold race will take me away
In this long cold night you will fix me up
And this long cold race you will take my hand
In this long cold night, in this long cold night
Long cold race
Long cold night
I am a hypocrite, I'm on a long, long trip
I am a super slave in this long black veil
I am hypnotized by the blood of Christ
I am the father and a son, bullets and a gun
Bullets and a gun, bullets and a gun