Generic Blues

歌詞

I woke up this morning Then I went back to bed Said I woke up this morning Then I went right back to bed Got a funny kind of feelin', like I got broken glass in my underwear And a herd of wild pigs is tryin' to chew off my head You know what I'm sayin'? Well, I ain't got no money I'm just walkin' down the road Said I ain't got no money, honey So I'm just walkin' down this lonely ol' road Well, I wish I could get me some money But I forgot my automated teller code I was born in a paper sack In the bottom of a sewer I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast My family was so poor My daddy was a waitress My mama sold bathroom tile My brothers and sisters all hated me 'Cause I was an only child I got the blues so bad Kinda wish I was dead Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama Or maybe I'll, yeah maybe I'll just go bowlin' instead I'm just a no-good, scum-sucking, nose-picking, boot-licking, sniveling, grovelling worthless hunk of slime Nothin' but a low-down beer-bellied, bone-headed, pigeon-toed, turkey-necked, weasel-faced worthless hunk of slime I guess I've got a pretty low self-image, maybe it's a chemical imbalance or something I should probably go and see a doctor about it when I've got the time Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk Okay, now make it shut up Plagues and famine and pestilence Always seem to get me down I always feel so miserable Whenever I'm around I wish somebody would come along And stick a pitchfork through my brain I'd flush myself right down the toilet But I'd just clog up the drain I got the blues so bad Kinda wish I was dead Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama Or maybe I'll go bowling Or I just might go bowling Maybe I'll just rent some shoes and go bowling Maybe I'll join a league, enter a tournament, put on a stupid-lookin' shirt and go bowling... Instead