Generic Blues

I woke up this morning
 Then I went back to bed
 Said I woke up this morning
 Then I went right back to bed
 Got a funny kind of feelin' like I got broken glass in my underwear
 And a herd of wild pigs is trying to chew off my head
 You know what I'm sayin'
 Well I ain't got not money
 I'm just walkin' down the road
 Said I ain't got no money, honey
 So I'm just walking down this lonely old road
 Well, I wish I could get me some money
 But I forgot my automated teller code
 I was born in a paper sack in the bottom of a sewer
 I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor
 My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tiles
 My brothers and sisters all hated me 'cause I was an only child
 I got the blues so bad, woo
 Kinda wish I was dead
 Maybe I'll blow my brains out mama
 Or maybe I'll, yeah maybe I'll just go bowlin' instead
 I'm just a no good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking
 Sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime
 Nothing but a low-down beer bellied, bone headed
 Pigeon toed, turkey necked, weasle faced, worthless hunk of slime
 Guess I pretty low self image
 Maybe it's a chemical imbalance or something
 I should probably go and see a doctor about it when I've got the time
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 Make it talk
 Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk
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 OK, now make it shut up
 Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down
 I always feel so miserable whenever I'm around
 I wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through my brain
 I'd flush myself right down the toilet, but I'd just clog up the drain
 I got the blues so bad
 Kinda wish I was dead
 Maybe I'll blow my brains out mama
 Or maybe I'll go bowling
 Or I just might go bowling
 Maybe I'll just rent some shoes and go bowling
 Maybe I'll join a league, enter a tournament, put on a stupid looking
 Shirt and go bowling instead
 Yeah