Day Old Blues

Toss me a breath, when you hold me down
Hot like a razor on my face
Something's growing that don't help me now
Paging the doctor just in case

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, 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 playe
Dreaming about a place i'll never see

Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying
Baby with a man like a lung
Smell her crying fighting back a fever
Mad as hell give up