Feelin’ sorta blue
All that you
Ever do is guard her
Well, she’s about to break on through
And lead ya to the slaughter
Water tastes like led
Check her lying naked on her bed
She ain’t a-waitin’ for you
I know admitting’s kinda sad
But things are looking pretty, pretty bad
Stand against the wall
You may crawl
But will not be forgiven
Another man has made your lawn
And let ya do the grievin’
Now that she’s well fed
She is bound to kick ya in the head
She ain’t a-longin’ no more
But keeps on acting kinda mad
Yes, things are looking pretty, pretty bad
Skies a-turnin’ red
Time will not leave much room to be shared
She ain’t a-talkin’ right now
But you keep hearing all she said
Boy, things are looking pretty, pretty bad
