Lyrics

Turn out the lights because the mornin's in mournin' The world is dead again, oh my fear Feel like a rebel in the deep dung of sunshine Fasting in silence through a cock-eyed dream And I know about the woe is me I know all about the, I'm so blind I can't see Here comes another shot draining [?] [?] [?] [?] my productivity And I know about the woe is me I know all about the, I'm so blind I can't see Well ya listen moneymakers Got me screamin' like a faker Yer blues are not for takers Yer blues are not for takers Ya listen moneymakers I'm your yellow-bellied acher Yer blues are not for takers Yer blues are not Well ya listen moneymakers Got me screamin' like a faker Yer blues are not for takers Yer blues are not Ya listen moneymakers I'm your yellow-bellied acher Yer blues are not for takers Yer blues are not for takers Well alright, yeah Alright, yeah Here comes your backdoor man Yeah baby, your back door man Well, the man don't know what the little girl understands So your man don't know what the little girl understands Fuck your backdoor man Fuck your backdoor man Fuck your backdoor man Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you And I know about the woe is me I know all about the, I'm so blind I can't see Well ya listen moneymakers Got me screamin' like a faker Yer blues are not for takers Yer blues are not Ya listen moneymakers I'm your yellow-bellied acher Yer blues are not for takers Yer blues are not Well ya listen moneymakers Got me screamin' like a faker Yer blues are not for takers Yer blues are not Ya listen moneymakers I'm your yellow-bellied acher Yer blues are not for takers Yer blues are not for takers Yer blues, whoa Yer blues, whoa Yer blues, whoa Yer blues, whoa Yer blues, whoa Yer blues, whoa Yer blues, whoa Yer blues, whoa