Jump for joy
Gimme apocalypse
I got 20 dollars burning
I got a rock in my pocket, I'll come around
Don't say nothing when I burn it

Jump for joy
The seas are rising
Still, I gotta make it right
I might take a little ride on that Alabama Rocket
59 South feeling so good

The strange ways I was living in
All the things I was too afraid of saying
Drinking the darkness, and that ain't all:
I need an illusion

Jump for joy
See where it gets you
Take it to the highway
Like Dickey Betts
Nothing's a given
In the Book of the Dead or the bed of the living