Where Do I Belong?

What do you know,

And do you even care?

This place on which I stand is supposed to be my rock.

Mother Nature dances on her merry way,

And God's speed ahead to Infinity,

And I'm left here, stumped, without a clue.

What do I do? "Relax," they tell me so.

I guess that's what I'll have to do.

I'm being relegated to the downlow,

Jaundiced to the inner workings of life.

All I wanna know is, "Where do I belong?"

A question, simple in context, you can see.

But all I seem to get is the rapid run-around,

And I just don't see the point in that.

I'm a simple lost soul looking to find his way

On this big blue ball they call Earth,

But all I seem to get is a stiff rear screwin'.

I've been all over this here land like a tramp,

Just huntin' some answers,

But so far, nothing's come up to fill my void.

All I want to know is where do I fit belong?

Are there others out there like me?

People frighten me, oh yes. Lord, how they frighten me so!

Lord, how they stare with vitriolic eyes at me.

Where do I belong?

Where can I go?

Please Lord, tell me there's a place I fit in.

Where I belong?

Where can be done?
Please Lord, tell me there's hope for me so.

Raging Tempest

I was a walkin' down the street,
Clothed so very nice, neat,
Then, they came over the waves
And told the populace to leave town, storm's a brewin'.
What was I to do? What was I to say?
What could I do but bow down and pray?
Bend on over, pucker my lips,
Close my eyes 'cause I's gonna die,
And I need my soul to be searched, yes indeed,
'Cause I had to know if it was Heaven or hell,
And all the while, my heart's a racin',
Beatin', pumpin', ragin', screamin',
Scratchin', pullin', beggin' for mercy,
Sayin', "Get me the fuck outta here, you fool."

Will I listen to my heart's request,
And was it my mind who really was doin' the talkin'?
New Orleans simply won't hold this ground at bay,
And I guarantee no radio's blarin' Led Zeppelin today.
This is somethin' serious, my friend,
For the gods must be angry at me and so many more.
I reckon it is that one must go to the zoo
And gather two of all they have,
Build 'em an ark, save a few lives,
But thousands will lie face first in the murky waters
Left in the wake of the raging tempest.