MOG

Wanna?
Egos drone and pose alone
And I've been waiting for a year or a day
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot

Ain't it hard, ain't it hard
Infidels shiver in the stench of belief
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
Some strange weather must be blowing my way
Yeah
In a brothel of fake energy

Ain't it hard, ain't it hard

Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe

And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Holding hands with an impotent dream
The crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw
Like black balloons all banged and blown
Da da da, da da da
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Well, I just found me a bottle of blues
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Holding hands with an impotent dream
Holding hands with an impotent dream

On a backwards river

I'm over the rails and out of the race
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
To want somebody who doesn't want you?
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot

There's nothing that I won't play
Or be left behind
Da da da da
And tell my Momma I'm a hundred years late
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
Da da da da, da da da da

Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
Are ringing in my ears
I just found me a bottle of blues
In a brothel of fake energy
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Aah
To want somebody who doesn't want you?
Bottle of blues
Huh huh
Doo be doo doo doo doo

'Cause I got no mind to go or to stay
In a brothel of fake energy
And all my folks in the back room