Testo di The Fucked Up Blues

I got the fucked up blues I got the fucked up blues Lord what can you do About the fuckin fucked up blues Well the beans have been baking Upon the camel's hump Like a voodoo curse In an old lady's purse Confetti on my grave I got the fucked up blues I got the fucked up blues Lord what can you do About the fuckin fucked up blues (x2) I woke up on the futon And my boots were on fire