Your Mouth

Frank zappa (guitar) Tony duran (slide guitar) George duke (tack piano) Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals) Chris peterson (vocals) Joel peskin (tenor saxophone) Mike altschul (baritone saxophone, piccolo) Erroneous (electric ba*s) Aynsley dunbar (drums) Your mouth is your religion. You put your faith in a hole like that? You put your trust and your belief Above your jaw, and no relief Have I found. I heard your story when you come home You said you went to see your sister last night. Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth And find a funeral wreath While you'll be laying in the ground All alone So tell me where are you coming from With all them lines As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day. Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say Because he just might want to blow you away 'cause he just might want to blow you away An evil woman, can make ya cry If you believe her every time she lies Well you can be a big fool If she makes you loose your cool, and so I've got me some advice you should try Just let her talk a little Just let her talk a little more Just... let her talk a little more And when she runs out of words Just say the same thing that I told you before... Tell me where are you coming from With all them lines As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day. Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say Because he just might want to blow you away 'cause he just might want to blow you away