Like a tired soldier
With nothing' to shoot
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard
Bottle of blues
In the stench of belief
And nowhere dreams it's a
Egos drone and pose alone
Of an age that won't thaw
And nowhere to lose it's a
All banged and blown
There's definitely a plan
Put a nickel in the graveyard machine
Put a nickel in the graveyard machine
The infidels shiver
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard
To want somebody who doesn't want you
Or be left behind
Like black balloons
And the crippled psalms
In a brothel of fake energy
Bottle of blues
Bottle of blues
In a brothel of fake energy
I get higher and lower
Some strange weather must be blowing' my way
I get higher and lower
Put a nickel in the graveyard machine
I get higher and lower
Bottle of blues
Holding' hands with an impotent dream
On a backwoods river
And nowhere dreams it's a
Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
Are ringing in my ears
To want somebody who doesn't want you
I'm over the rails and out of the race
In a brothel of fake energy
Yeah, what?
With nothing' to shoot
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
And I've been waiting for a year, a day
I tell my momma I'm a hundred years late
Holding' hands with an impotent dream
'Cause I got no mind to go or to stay
Well I just found me a bottle of blues
I get higher and lower
With nothing' to shoot
Holding' hands with an impotent dream
