Frank zappa (guitar)   Tony duran (slide guitar)   George duke (tack piano)   Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals)   Chris peterson (vocals)   Joel peskin (tenor saxophone)   Mike altschul (baritone saxophone, piccolo)   Erroneous (electric bass)   Aynsley dunbar (drums)      Your mouth is your religion.   You put your faith in a hole like that?    You put your trust and your belief   Above your jaw, and no relief   Have I found.      I heard your story when you come home   You said you went to see your sister last night.   Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth   And find a funeral wreath   While you'll be laying in the ground   All alone      So tell me where are you coming from   With all them lines   As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day.   Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say   Because he just might want to blow you away   'cause he just might want to blow you away      An evil woman, can make ya cry   If you believe her every time she lies   Well you can be a big fool   If she makes you loose your cool, and so   I've got me some advice you should try      Just let her talk a little   Just let her talk a little more   Just... let her talk a little more   And when she runs out of words   Just say the same thing that I told you before...      Tell me where are you coming from   With all them lines   As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day.   Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say   Because he just might want to blow you away   'cause he just might want to blow you away