Blues Wrapped Round My Head
scissors cut paper
paper blows away stone smashes scissors and so it goes another day but it's all downhill from here at least that's what Sisyphus said ah you're fucked six ways from sunday with the blues wrapped round your head need to call my baby but her number's been unlisted i wonder will i ever straighten out all the words that woman twisted gonna move out to the country paint my mailbox red and say please wait a minute mister postman got the blues wrapped round my head what's the use of having a memory when it only moves in one direction you think you'll learn from experience but that's just a misconception so you can save your cheerful good mornings i'm staying right here in this bed and don't you dare open up those curtains i got the blues wrapped round my head i'll have one more for the road six more for the ditch i been sitting in your electric chair for years so just go ahead now and throw the switch but the joke's gonna be on you you see i'm already dead at least that's how it feels when the blues blues wrap round your head copyright Samm Bennett - all rights reserved back to Lyrics Table of Contents |
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