Build an inner door, drop and then explore
You smoke your head on straight, then drink
Your woes away
Some might not understand possession that's beyond your head
(chorus) You recognize it, while some ignore it
Avoid the masses, you got to belong to it

So the music is your friend
Well it's the roof above my head
So seriously I take the will that never breaks
Some might not understand, the possession that controls your hands
(chorus)x2

It's power and sin
And then you've got whisky and smoke
And it's all a man could need, to plant the perfect seed
To disembody me
Making more like you and me
(chorus)

Writer : ABBOTT, VINCENT PAUL / ABBOTT, DARRELL LANCE / BROWN, REX / ANSELMO, PHILIP
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.