Stumbling through this confusing life Like a blunt and rusty knife So why is there all this strife? Can’t even seem to hold onto a wife,
Got the blues ever since way back Must be some kind of psychic attack Got the blues and I’m god smacked Woke up this morning and my place was ransacked,
I must be living on the Isthmus of doubt Don’t even know what it’s all about Every time I try to be devout Seems my guardian angel aint got no clout!
Just trying to get by in this atmosphere It’s like disaster is always near And why that is isn’t exactly clear Most of you are living on the edge of fear,
Just trying to deal with these memories Feels like my brain is going to freeze My Dear little Miss can I just get a tease? Just to make me feel like a man if you please,
When all the illusions fall by the wayside Giving you absolutely no place to hide You know you’re in for a very rough ride It’s time to put aside your pride.
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