Holy Shit by Chip Taylor
BMI, Back Road Music 1999
Who's that man - in the mirror by the bar
Lookin' ugly and older than his shadow & his scars
He ain't closed his eyes in 2 days, maybe 3-
-Holy Shit--It's me.
He had a friend named Jesus back in 1965
But the son-of-a-bitch, well he stole 3 chords
And kept his dreams alive
Well who just found them missin' years
And set that damn fool free
Holy Shit--It's me.
Holy Shit, this is it.
If you don't stand for nothin'
You might as well just quit
Mary Mary- Don't you think that's kinda scary
Bring on the Holy Ghost--
& let's drink a toast to Holy Shit
& The devil's in corner of that smokey subway room
Mixin' the dead with radio head
With Beck and the Rolling Stones
While some fools rollin' snake eyes
Now he's prayin' for a 4 + a 3
Holy Shit--It's me!
Well I've seen them eyes
had that scared look on my face
I've watched the world was turn inside out
While I stayed in just one place
Who jumped in the firing line 'cause it's what he had to do?
Holy Shit--It's you!
