No Buddha

I am no Buddha and I am no Saint You can tell me by the color of my paint I ain’t no joker and I ain’t no thief Resurrection is part of my believe I am a sinner and I play the fool And I tell you what: That ain’t cool They taught me Jesus, they taught me the lord And they kept me away from being bored I kinda liked it with kinda kind regards All forgiveness is a house of cards I am a drinker, left in the lurch I lurch Over the Floor, but not in any Church I can’t think nothing and I can’t think big I’m a genius and as thick as a brick I am so tired and I am so relaxed Some meditation is what I’ll be doing next I ain’t no Guru and I hug no oaks The day of confession is a newspaper hoax They taught me mandra, they taught me om Said Hare Krishna may Kingdome come We grow on spirit, we grow on ourselves I better grow on someone else I’m on you babe and I’m on heavy fuel So my sweet darling, please don’t be cruel