Toss me a breath, when you hold me down
Hot like a razor on my face
Something's growing that don't help me now
Paging the doctor just in caseLow and behold things are killing me
Silly expectations of a dream
Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair
Boys are gonna hate the way I seemDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling
Feels like a fast or homeless sleep
At least there's a record that I love to play
Dreaming about a place I'll never seeDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesBetty, Betty, Annie is a praying
Baby with a man like a lung
Smell her crying fighting back a fever
Mad as hell give upDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, bluesDay old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old,
Day old, day old, day old, blues