Day Old Blues

Toss me a breath, when you hold me down
hot like a razor on my face
somethings growing it don't help me now
paging the doctor just incase

low and behold, things are killing me
silly expectations of a dream
girls are gonna love the way i toss my hair
boys are gonna hate the way i seem

Day old, day old, day old
day old, day old, day old blues

Peach christmas lights spitting german ling
feels like a fast or homeless sleep
at least there's a record that i love to play
dreaming about the place i'll never see

Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying
baby with a man like lung

smell her crying fighting back a fever
mad as hell give up