The Book of Right-On Joanna Newsom

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

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; you're behind
And I don't have to remind you
To stick with your kind