This Is Shangri-La Songtext

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...