Killer Blues

Wildman / Marsden / Downing / Downing · Lyrics: Wildman
From the 1996 sessions · Reconstructed 2026 · A Bottle And A Suitcase

Well early in the morning when the sun comes up
There'll be thirty mils of juice in the bottom of my cup
And I'll be thinking about the day before like we did last night
And I'll be reaching for the bog bowl with all of my strength and might

I said look out boy I'm on the sick again
You ain't got no hope and you ain't got no plan
Got a hundred thousand leeches calling themselves your friends
You better be patient but this is where the story ends

Well you've fallen in love and it's a fucking joke
There ain't nothing to it but a smack and a poke
And a preschool fuck-up always hanging around
Better look where your life's gone before the day goes down

I said look out boy I'm on the sick again
You ain't got no hope and you ain't got no plan
Got a hundred thousand leeches calling themselves your friends
You better be patient but this is where the story ends

Well I tell my best friend on a Saturday night
Bird's a bitch and she likes his friend
You only get one chance and you blow it
Better stop right now and you know it