I've been around the world, and I wrote a million songs
It's all a bore to me
I've slept in the gutter and I've lied with the dogs
It never bothered me
Said the sherrif he come to, with his little boys in blue
They been looking for me, child
But with my crystal-sheen guitar I'm another ego star
So give it to me

Get me to the stage - it brings me home again
This is Shangri-La.
I'm tripping on it now - it brings me home again
This is Shangri-La

I look bad in shorts, most of us do
Don't let that bother me
I'm the football who is who, and I don't believe in smack
So don't you die on me
Don't you die on me
Cause love is all good people need
And music sets the sick ones free
Without love no one grows, nothing gonna ever sing

Because if this Is Shangri-La, honey
And you have gathered for the feast
My bread is your body, the wine is blood child
The wine is blood babe
The wine is

Give it to me!

Get me to the stage - it brings me home again
This is Shangri-La
I'm tripping on it now - it brings me home again
This is Shangri-La
Take me to the stage - it brings me home again
I'm tripping on it now - it brings me home again
Oh, yeaaa...