I just found me a bottle of blues, some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard to want somebody who doesn't want you?
And I been waiting for a year, or a day, some strange weather must be blowing my way
'Cause I got no mind to go or to stay or be left behind
Holding hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine, I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Eagles drone and pose alone like black balloons all banged and blown
On a backwards river, the infidels shiver in the stench of belief
And tell my mama I'm a hundred years late, I'm over the rails and out of the race
The crippled songs of an age that won't thaw are ringing in my ears
Holding hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine, I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
There's nothing that I won't play, uh-huh yeah, what?
Well I just found me a bottle of blues, some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
Aint it hard, ain't it hard to want somebody who doesn't want you?
Holding hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine, I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower like a tired solder with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues, bottle of blues
Doodoo doo... and all my folks in the back room... dadadada... lalala
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