beck
the fucked up blues
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.