Lyrics

He said "drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke" "Eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that Jesus broke" This is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine I'm smokin' shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime This is not the truth you tell me, but some terrible, evil joke It sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat There seem to be an awful lot of charlatans round here 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 them counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn place These notes that you've been paying with are a little bit too green The printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheen Well, your bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off And your snout will have to make its way from the far end of the trough You got suckered in tryin' to make your make your money overnight It looks to me like the counterfeit blues'll be doggin' you all of your life The worn out western hat I got no longer smells like horse I can't afford to keep one around now that rooster's gone, of course I guess I've left it all behind me now except for when I write And sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that life Well, years of RocknRolla have extracted quite a fee Maybe them old counterfeit blues have been creepin' up on me