Generic Blues

I woke up this morning

Then I went back to bed

Said I woke up this morning

Then I went right back to bed

Got a funny kind of feelin' like I got broken glass in my underwear

And a herd of wild pigs is trying to chew off my head

You know what I'm sayin'

Well I ain't got not money

I'm just walkin' down the road

Said I ain't got no money, honey

So I'm just walking down this lonely old road

Well, I wish I could get me some money

But I forgot my automated teller code

I was born in a paper sack in the bottom of a sewer

I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor

My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tiles

My brothers and sisters all hated me 'cause I was an only child

I got the blues so bad, woo

Kinda wish I was dead

Maybe I'll blow my brains out mama

Or maybe I'll, yeah maybe I'll just go bowlin' instead

I'm just a no good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime

Nothing but a low-down beer bellied, bone headed, pigeon toed, turkey necked, weasle faced, worthless hunk of slime

Guess I pretty low self image

Maybe it's a chemical imbalance or something -- I

I should probably go and see a doctor about it when I've got the time

Make it talk

Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk

OK, now make it shut up

Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down

I always feel so miserable whenever I'm around

I wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through my brain

I'd flush myself right down the toilet, but I'd just clog up the drain

I got the blues so bad

Kinda wish I was dead

Maybe I'll blow my brains out mama

Or maybe I'll go bowling

Or I just might go bowling

Maybe I'll just rent some shoes and go bowling

Maybe I'll join a league, enter a tournament, put on a stupid looking

shirt and go bowling instead

Yeah