I Got The Blues Testo

Testo I Got The Blues

layin' on your back, bangin' and clinkin'
out the beat in the streets
dogs flyin' planes
playin' minds games ...
with myself .
wash my hair in the toilet bowl
moons red glare like my head is in a blackhole
cause I work for trees,
and I bleed at the knees
and I glide through time with a pool filled with chicken wings...
and you don't care.
fuckin' all your shit up motherfucka!
I'm a crazy man!
fuckin' all your shit up!
oh yeah!
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