This Is Shangrila

Said, I've been around the world

Wrote a million songs

It's all a bore to me

I've slept in the gutter

And I've lied with the dogs

It never bothered me

Said, the sheriff, he come, too

With his little boys in blue

They've been lookin' for me, child

But with my crystal sheen guitar

I'm another ego star

So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, yeah, yeah

Get me to the stage

It brings me home again

This is Shrangila

I'm trippin' on it now

It brings me home again

This is Shrangila

Sing it, I look bad in shorts

Most of us do

Don't let that bother me

I'm a fool, though, who knows who

And I don't believe in smack

So don't you die on me, babe

Don't you die on me

'Cause love is all good people need

And music sets the sick ones free

Without love, no one ever grows

Nothin' will ever sing

Because now, this is Shrangila, honey

And you have gathered for the feast

My bread is your body

And the wine is blood, child

Yeah, yeah, and the wine is blood, babe

The wine is

Give it to me, yeah

Get me to the stage

It brings me home again

Singin' this is Shrangila

I'm trippin' on it now

It brings me home again

And this is Shrangila

Take me to the stage

It brings me home again

I'm trippin' on it now

It brings me home again

Oh, yeah