I said, how did I get here?
What song did I sing, yeah?
And just what have I done
To deserve such a thing?You said, I heard all that before
So won't you give it up, baby
And stop using me, boy
I've heard all that beforeSo bring me an apple, I'm crying
I've been persecuted like a dying manThe spirit provides me
In a show, no mean martyr days, yeah
The spirit it gives
But it also can take awayYou say, I heard all that before
So won't you give it up, baby
And stop using me, boy
I've heard all that before
Take a trip on the other side of hellSo come bite the apple, I'm run down
Like Sodom to Gomorrah, all dead nowSo please stop to laugh and pity me
My soul means well, but I'm sorryMy skin, it is weathered
And I'm nervous, yes, I am
My future was in my hands
Till I washed it all awayI washed it all away, washed it all awayI said get along, little sister
I heard you're doing well
I heard you're doing wellI said get along, little sister
Heard you're doing wellSaid get along, little sister
Heard you're doing well
I heard you're doing wellI said get along, little sister
Heard you're doing well
I heard you're doing wellI said show me to you
Said between
Send me song
Sing me a real real songSing me real song
Sing me real song
Come on, yeahCome on, come
Sing that song
Sing that song
Sing song