Holy Shit by Chip Taylor

BMI, Back Road Music 1999



Who's that man - in the mirror by the bar

Lookin' ugly and older than his shadow & his scars

He ain't closed his eyes in 2 days, maybe 3-

-Holy Shit--It's me.



He had a friend named Jesus back in 1965

But the son-of-a-bitch, well he stole 3 chords

And kept his dreams alive

Well who just found them missin' years

And set that damn fool free

Holy Shit--It's me.



Holy Shit, this is it.

If you don't stand for nothin'

You might as well just quit

Mary Mary- Don't you think that's kinda scary

Bring on the Holy Ghost--

& let's drink a toast to Holy Shit



& The devil's in corner of that smokey subway room

Mixin' the dead with radio head

With Beck and the Rolling Stones

While some fools rollin' snake eyes

Now he's prayin' for a 4 + a 3

Holy Shit--It's me!



Well I've seen them eyes

had that scared look on my face

I've watched the world was turn inside out

While I stayed in just one place

Who jumped in the firing line 'cause it's what he had to do?

Holy Shit--It's you!