What's the blues, when you've got the greys? I think I've given up, my body's given in, in a building, i lie still, and then i turn back over again in a building that has heating and sweat sweat sweat sweat dried-on stains I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up and you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuck and it won't work its way through my guts and just go away I woke up this afternoon thought maybe today that the world might be a more colorful place but there's no luck, it's still just grey come back here
What's the blues, when you've got the greys? much less productive than hardship and pain in a building, where I lie still, just before i turn over again in a building that has heating and sweat sweat sweat sweat dried-on stains I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up and you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuck and it won't work its way through my guts and just go away I woke up this afternoon thought maybe today the world might be a more colorful place there's no luck, it's still just grey oh, what's the blues here when you've got the greys i don't have much of a story to say i just sit around at night and avoid day if i feel anything it at all it would be to get up and avoid conversation and human contact cause you can't touch the world if you can't feel pain you should come back here