Intro: E

E
He said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke
and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that Jesus broke
A
This is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine
E
I'm smokin shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime
B
This is not the truth you tell me, but some terrible, evil joke
A                                                              E
Sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat

there seem to me an awful lot of charltans round here
and hustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, sharps and mutineers
the factory and subterfuge and corporato cheat
conspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our feet
the lords of mass producto mass product at quite a pace
it won't be long these counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn place

Solo: E A E B A E