Dead Elvis

Funky life, I've been told,
all that glitters is not gold,
and gold, is not reality

This is one thing that I was gonna wait a while before we talked about. Maybe we'll talk about it now, so you can think about it. Because you all, we all, have to make some kind of plans for ourselves. It's a free concert from now on...

But the one major thing you have to remember tonight, when you go back up to the woods to go to sleep, or if you stay here, is that the man next to you is your brother, and you damn well better treat each other that way, cause if you don't, then we blow the whole thing, but we've got it right there.

Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut

Country Joe asks:
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"

Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut

Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut

Country Joe asks:
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"

Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut