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...