Frank Zappa - Your Mouth Lyrics
Frank zappa (guitar)Tony duran (slide guitar)George duke (tack piano)Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals)Chris peterson (vocals)Joel peskin (tenor saxophone)Mike altschul (baritone saxophone, piccolo)Erroneous (electric bass)Aynsley dunbar (drums)Your mouth is your religion.You put your faith in a hole like that?You put your trust and your beliefAbove your jaw, and no reliefHave I found.I heard your story when you come homeYou said you went to see your sister last night.Well, you might loose a bunch of teethAnd find a funeral wreathWhile youll be laying in the groundAll aloneSo tell me where are you coming fromWith all them linesAs you stumble in at the breakin of the day.Where are you coming from, my shot-gun sayBecause he just might want to blow you awaycause he just might want to blow you awayAn evil woman, can make ya cryIf you believe her every time she liesWell you can be a big foolIf she makes you loose your cool, and soIve got me some advice you should tryJust let her talk a littleJust let her talk a little moreJust... let her talk a little moreAnd when she runs out of wordsJust say the same thing that I told you before...Tell me where are you coming fromWith all them linesAs you stumble in at the breakin of the day.Where are you coming from, my shot-gun sayBecause he just might want to blow you awaycause he just might want to blow you away
