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