In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
I feel so low (I need to get high)
hand me that pipe, mama
fill it all the way up
I know full well
when I've had enough
pull out the lighter, babe
flick me your bic
I need medicine, darlin',
and I need it quick
remember me, honey?
I used to be one happy guy
well, those days are over
now I feel so low I need to get high
slide over that bottle, sweetheart,
I'm dying of thirst
I don't know if this living
is a blessing or a curse
I believe I'm allergic
to this life of mine
I'm so glad I'm not allergic
to cheap-ass wine
hey hey baby
anything is my alibi
I feel a hangover coming
I feel so low I need to get high
some people call me lazy
some people say I'm a grouch
I don't care what you call me
I ain't getting off this couch
so pass me those doritos
mcdonald's, here we come
I'm like karen carpenter, baby
I've only just begun
I'm gonna bask in my self-pity
till the day I die
hey, where you going?
I feel so low I need to get high
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