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