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've been waiting for a year, 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 the 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
Egos drone
And pose alone
Like black balloons
All banged and blown
On a backwoods river
The infidels shiver
In the stench of belief
I tell my momma I'm a hundred years late
I'm over the rails
And out of the race
And the crippled psalms
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 the graveyard machine
I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
With nothing' to shoot
And nowhere dreams it's a..
Bottle of blues
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
Holding' hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in the graveyard machine
I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
With nothing' to shoot
And nowhere dreams it's a..
Bottle of blues
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've been waiting for a year, 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 the 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 Egos drone And pose alone Like black balloons All banged and blown On a backwoods river The infidels shiver In the stench of belief I tell my momma I'm a hundred years late I'm over the rails And out of the race And the crippled psalms 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 the graveyard machine I get higher and lower I get higher and lower Like a tired soldier With nothing' to shoot And nowhere dreams it's a.. Bottle of blues 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 Holding' hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickel in the graveyard machine I get higher and lower I get higher and lower Like a tired soldier With nothing' to shoot And nowhere dreams it's a.. Bottle of blues Explain Request ×
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