Fix My Blues

Album cover art for "Fix My Blues" by Adam Green

Adam Green - R&B, Rock

Fix My Blues

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Lyrics

Ain't I fair, ain't I kind And I'm payed to feel fine But I haven't spent a dime Since I met you Your breasts are like two wrists That I've handcuffed to my dick In a subculture of love and refraction But I die every morning again Me at my worst is fun for them And I die with a feeding tube While you try to fix my blues Your city is so unclean In a Washington machine And your face like a cage And two of them And your sentiment is gone And your now enslaved by gods While strum my broken legs like a banjo But I die every morning again Mе at my worst is fun for them And I die with a feeding tube Whilе you try to fix my blues But when I feel my heart retract into my soul It makes an ego seem more valuable than gold And I die every morning again Me at my worst is fun for them And I die with a feeding tube While you try to fix my blues

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Credits

Writers
  • Adam Green