The Book Of Right-On

We should shine a light on
A light on
And the book of right-on's right on
It was right on.

I killed my dinner with karate
Kick 'em in the face, taste the body
Shallow work is the work that I do.

Do you want to sit at my table?
My fighting fame is fabled
And fortune finds me fit and able.

And you do say
That you do pray
And you say
That you're ok.

Do you want to run with my pack?
Do you want to ride on my back?
Pray that what you lack does not distract

And even when you run through my mind
Something else is in front, oh, you're behind
And I don't have to remind you
To stick with your kind.

And you do say
That you do pray
And you say
That you're ok.

And even when you touch my face
You know your place
And even when you touch my face
You know your place.

And we should shine a light on
A light on
And the book of right-on's right on
It was right on.