Live and Let Live - Love, Arthur Lee

Oh, the snot has caked against my pants

It has turned into crystal

There’s a bluebird sitting on a branch

I guess I’ll take my pistol

I’ve got it in my hand

Because he’s on my land

And so the story ended

Do you know it oh so well

Well should you need I’ll tell you

The

End, end, end, end, end, end, end, end

And…

Yes I’ve seen you sitting on the couch

I recognize your artillery

I have seen you many times before

Once when I was an Indian

And I was on my land

Why can’t you understand

And so the story ended

Do you know it oh so well

Well should you need I’ll tell you

The

End, end, end, end, end, end, end, end

And…

Served my time

Served it well

You made my soul a cell

Write the rules

In the sky

But ask your leaders

Why, Why

Oh, the snot has caked against my pants

It has turned into crystal

There’s a bluebird sitting on a branch

I guess I’ll take my pistol

I’ve got it in my hand

Because he’s on my land

And so the story ended

Do you know it oh so well

Well should you need I’ll tell you

The

End, end, end, end, end, end, end, end

And…

Served my time

Served it well

You made my soul a cell