歌词
Well, there's a sick, sick feeling in the pit of my brain
And drinking bourbon and orange will not heal the pain
And there's a one-armed man beating on his wife
It's the end of the road, the end of this life
My eyes are like egg yolks, give 'em a poke
It doesn't matter anymore if I swallow or if I choke
I got a pill as big as a potato sack
I take a bite and the damn thing grows right back
It's not the booze and pills that changed him from what he was
Maybe he was born to do the evil that he does
Or maybe it's the
When I'm under the knife, I tend to believe every word
And I wanna be devoured by that great speckled bird
Says in this book right here, my soul's been saved
Won't stop the armadillos from plundering my grave
It's not the booze and pills that changed him from what he was
Maybe he was born to do the evil that he does
No, it's not the booze and pills that changed him from what he was
Maybe he was born to do the evil that he does
Or maybe it's the
Maybe it's the
Maybe it's the vulture
Maybe it's the
