You've Got to Belong to It

Build an inner door, drop and then explore
You smoke your head on straight, then drink
Your woes away
Some might not understand possession that’s beyond your head
(chorus) You recognize it, while some ignore it Avoid the masses, you got to belong to it So the music is your friend
Well it’s the roof above my head
So seriously I take the will that never breaks
Some might not understand, the possession that controls your hands
It’s power and sin
And then you’ve got whisky and smoke
And it’s all a man could need, to plant the perfect seed
To disembody me Making more like you and me