Don't Believe The Junk They Put On You
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road
With a bottle and a pistol in his coat
Said, "I learned a thing or two
About the things I never knew"
Don't believe the junk they put on you
Don't believe, don't believe, don't believe
They rolled Jesus Christ in a cave
And the people worshipped at his grave
Said, "The ages have buried me,
Robbed me with stupidity"
And don't believe the junk they put on you
Don't believe, don't believe
Daniel Johnston was a worried man
He knew about the devil's plan
There's ashes on the corn
For every sucker born
Don't believe the junk they put on you
Don't believe, don't believe, don't believe
Now I'm biting on the bullet hard
As I'm fending back these prison guards
There's so much I don't need
Shove that banjo up your sleeve
And don't believe the junk they put on you
Don't believe, don't believe, don't believe
Don't believe, don't believe, don't believe
No creas la basura que te ponen encima
Tom Joad viene caminando por el camino
Con una botella y una pistola en su abrigo
Dijo, 'Aprendí un par de cosas
Sobre las cosas que nunca supe'
No creas la basura que te ponen encima
No creas, no creas, no creas
Enrollaron a Jesucristo en una cueva
Y la gente adoraba en su tumba
Dijo, 'Las edades me han enterrado,
Me han robado con estupidez'
Y no creas la basura que te ponen encima
No creas, no creas
Daniel Johnston era un hombre preocupado
Él sabía sobre el plan del diablo
Hay cenizas en el maíz
Por cada tonto nacido
No creas la basura que te ponen encima
No creas, no creas, no creas
Ahora estoy mordiendo la bala con fuerza
Mientras me defiendo de estos guardias de prisión
Hay tanto que no necesito
Mete ese banjo en tu manga
Y no creas la basura que te ponen encima
No creas, no creas, no creas
No creas, no creas, no creas