Come Together - Black Label Society

Here come old flat top

He come groovin' up slowly

He got jew jew eyeballs

He want holy rollers

He got hair (mama) down to his knees

Got to be a joker

He just do what he please

He wear no shoeshine

He got toe jam football

He got monkey finger yeah…

He shoot Coca Cola (now)

He say I know you, and mama you know me yeah…

One thing you can tell mama

You got to be free now

Come together man, right now

Over me

He bag production

He got walrus gumboot

He got Ono sideboard

He one spinal cracker

He got feet (yeah) down below his knees

Hold you in his armchair

You can feel his disease

Come together man, yeah now

Over me

He roller coaster

He got early warning

He got muddy water

He one Mojo filter

He say one and one (ow mama) and one is three

YEAH… Got to be good looking motherfucker

'cause he’s so hard to see

Come together, yeah

Over me