Corb Lund - Counterfeiters' Blues lyrics

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 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 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 ma** producto ma** product at quite a pace it won't be long these 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 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 s**ered into tryin to make your make your money overnight looks to me like the counterfeit blues will be doggin you all of your life the worn out western hat i got no longer smells like horse and 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 yes, years of rocka rolla have extracted quite a fee maybe them old counterfeit blues have been creepin up on me