Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W. C. Handy Won't you look down over me Yeah I got a first class ticket But I'm as blue as a girl can be

Freak magnet Straitjacket Pushin' back at you Call me the billionaire breaker, turn 'em into my bitch I'm the king of the freaks a' down here diggin' a ditch I'm at a weed cafe on a Netherlands street Riding a caffeine buzz and I'm starting to peak

Move back there, so I could move on I'm taking all I can from the desert sound I'm taking all I can from the desert land Pushing the limit of music from the inside Arabic sound is driving my mind The first time I walked down into your town A new kind of

I'm the king of my own land Facing tempests of dust, I'll fight until the end Creatures of my dreams, raise up and dance with me Now and forever I'm your king

I'm going down. My nose is in the sand I'm going down, down, baby. My nose is in the sand A cloud of dust just came over me and I think I'm drowning on dry land You know, my father told me, son don't rush to be a man You know, my father told me, son

Going back to (find myself) (Find myself) Going back to, going back Zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth Not talkin' about the roots in land I'm talking 'bout the roots in men