bust a move with what you can
dead phone machine piled on the table
dissapointment is a feather in your cap
you want the truth
not when it's unplanned

there's no map
that could tell you where you are
you're in between things
that only go halfway
you want the best
you want contests
where everybody loses on purpose by mistake

on the old forgotten crossways
where the fourteen rivers did meet
the bones of our elders 
lying in the street
on a dark and dusty deserts
like a ghost I've flown
I barely cried when I arrived
I never found a home

ooh, feel the strain of sorrow
never ceasing
ooh, feel the strain of sorrow
never ceasing

I am a ramshackler
go from town to town
and when there is no shelter
I lay down on the ground
I killed every reason
they gave for me to stay
cussed the morning,  burned the bone
and dragged that thing away

mmm, to the peace of sorrow
never ceasing
mmm, to the strain of sorrow
never ceasing

there's saints and there is animals
they've taken what they could
and it's written in the pages
do just like they should
they stood the test and burned the rest
and tore them limb from limb
and it's marked upon their faces
it's written on their skin

ooh, feel the strain of sorrow
never ceasing
mmm, feel the strain of sorrow
never ceasing

she is gettin' flaky
doesn't wanna take me
she's a special lady
gonna shake and bake me

feelings, I have so many feelings
and I know that I'm dealing
I'm dealing with all these feelings
feelings--oh, feelings
lord, I have so many feelings
and I know that I'm dealing
I'm dealing with all these feelings
I'm feeling all of these feelings
lord, I know that I'm healing
I'm trying to feel all of my feelings
feelings that make me feel
that there's something more to be real
lord, I'm dealing with these feelings
feelings feelings feelings
oh no no, all of these feelings
when everything is turning
turning into my feelings
and I know that something is feeling
all of my feelings

stand outside with a suitcase
(there's a forcefield round my neck)
walk around all the while
(and it stands just where I sat)
look at the people driving backwards
(and the stance I took on that)
no particular style
(leaves that forcefield round my back)

don't let it get near you
don't let it get too close
don't let it turn you into
(and the stance I took on that)
the things you hate the most
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

roll out your silver-dollar coffins
pull out your buckskin gloves
tell them anything you want to
the sound comes from above

don't let it get near you
don't let it get too close  
don't let it turn you into
(and the stance I took on that)
the things you hate the most
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

don't let it get near you
don't let it get too close
don't let it turn you into
the things you hate the most

(there's a forcefield round my neck)
(and it stands just where I sat)
(and the stance I took on that)
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)
(there's a forcefield round my neck)
(and it stands just where I've set)
(and the stance I took on that)
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

fourteen rivers, fourteen floods
bend your body to the heavens above
don't get drunk, don't get dry
just bring your money next saturday night

forteen miles on a Teton trail
with a half-dead mule and nothin' on my mind
all my life I been talkin' fast
takin' all the things that I shoulda let pass

throw my hat on a coffin nail
put another brick in the fireplace
well I don't know about you or me
but someone got loose back in town

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
lord what can you do
about the fuckin fucked up blues

well the beans have been baking
upon the camel's hump
like a voodoo curse 
in an old lady's purse
confetti on my grave
 
I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
lord what can you do
about the fuckin fucked up blues (x2)

I woke up on the futon 
and my boots were on fire

I ain't got no inclination
give away my sweet sensation
sleepin in an old toolshed
scumbag cryin' on his pillow

when you wanna be with me, then we will see
who's fuckin' with my head
hey hey hey hey
fuckin' with my head
hey hey hey hey

found myself in New Orleans
with a scarecrow in my jeans
beat my forehead through the ceilin'
drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah

when you want to be with me, then we will see
who's fuckin' with my head
no no no no
fuckin' with my head
hey hey hey hey

devil's got your pantyhose on his head
oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got is cornbread
well, you turn my body into a crutch
and now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah
Oooh...
Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots
runnin' wild on the bayou
now talkin' on a walkie-talkie
credit card glued to my hand...feels good

when you wanna be with me, then we will see
who's fuckin' with my head
hey hey hey hey
no no no no
fuckin' with my head
make me feel like an asshole
I ain't got no soul
I ain't got no soul
no no no no
no no no no
no no no no
no no no no

my friend picked me up about quarter past 5
we stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive
we had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up
now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' deeply

and there's a fume
in this truck
and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
there's a fume
in this truck
and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what?

we spent many years always tryin to get high
smokin' broken pencils and beatin' up kids
talkin' to the devil and drinkin' a coke
now we're totally rockin', totally rockin'

and there's a fume
in this truck
and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
there's a fume
in this truck
and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what?

we got a good idea so we pulled off the road
got some molly hatchet goin' on the stereo
I said, let's roll up the windows, and let the nitrous go
now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing

and there's a fume
in this truck
and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
there's a fume
in this truck
and I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck is going on.

(Voices in background)
and I really don't think that I know what to do
there's a man in my shoe
Yeaaaaaahhhh!

(hard-core version begins)
[Chorus] (x3.5)

My friend picked me up about quarter past five
we stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive
had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up
now we're breathing deeply, breathing deeply...
and there's a fume in this truck
and we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
there's a fume in this truck
and we don't know if we're dead or what

well we spent many years always tryin to get high
seems like there wasn't nothing that we wouldn't try
we made bongs out of bananas, we free-based every time
we were always lookin, always lookin

now there's a fume in this truck
and we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
there's a fume in this truck
and we don't know if we're dead or what 

well we got a good idea so we pulled off the road
got some Molly Hatchet going on the stereo
I said let's get out the nitrous and let the windows up
now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing..

and there's a fume in this truck
and we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
there's a fume in this truck
and we don't know if we're dead or what
yeah!