Who cares, who cares what the future brings?
Black road long and I drove and drove
I came upon a crossroad
The night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson,
With a ten dollar guitar strapped to his back,
Lookin’ for a tune
Well here comes Lucifer,
With his canon law,
And a hundred black babies runnin’ from his genocidal jaw
He got the real killer groove
Robert Johnson and the devil man
Don’t know who’s gonna rip off who
father, why are all the children weeping?
they are merely crying, son
o, are they merely crying, father?
yes, true weeping is yet to come
don’t forget the four h’s of puberty kids!