Said, I've been around the world
And I wrote a million songs
It's all a bore to me
I've slept in the gutter
And I've lied with the dogs
It never bothered me
Said, the sherrif he come to
With his little boys in blue
They been looking for me, child
But with my crystal-sheen guitar
I'm another ego star, so give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Get me to the stage
It brings me home again
This is shangri-la
I'm tripping on it now
It brings me home again
This is shangri-la
Said, I look bad in shorts
Most of us do
Don't let that bother me
I'm the football who is who
And I don't believe in smack
So don't you die on me, don't you die on me
'Cause love is all good people need
And music sets the sick ones free
Without love no one ever grows
Nothing gonna ever sing
Because if this is shangri-la, honey
And you have gathered for the feast
My bread is your body
The wine is blood, child
The wine is blood, babe
The wine is
Give it to me
Get me to the stage
It brings me home again
This is shangri-la
I'm tripping on it now
It brings me home again
This is shangri-la
Take me to the stage
It brings me home again
I'm tripping on it now
It brings me home again
