O.D.'d On Life Itself - Live in Portland, OR - July 1974

It's good to be back
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 How could I fool you?
 I rested, assure you
 Now take it off from here, put you on the line
 You're back to the pistol and iron bullets whistle
 Landscape's open and the world is mine, it's still mine
 Come on, sing it now
 O.D.'d on life, O.D.'d on life itself
 O.D.'d on life, O.D.'d on life itself
 O.D.'d on life itself
 Writing's too peeled on the wall
 The churches fall and the landscape fall
 Well, it's the righteous stuff in your blood, yeah
 Like a woman screeching and a back lane too
 And then the man with a key will open it wide
 Wide is the world that's mine, yeah, it's mine, all mine
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 Don't you fear the cheating life
 I say life grows false with the force of life
 This wedding in heaven was made up in hell, yeah
 With the victim's bride in love with life itself
 Sing a little O.D
 O.D.'d on life, O.D.'d on life itself
 O.D.'d on life, O.D.'d on life itself
 O.D.'d on life, O.D.'d on life itself
 O.D.'d on life, you're O.D.'d on life itself
 O.D.'d on life, life itself
 O.D.'d on life, life itself
 O.D.'d on life, life itself
 O.D.'d on life, life itself