Gary Moore - All Messed Up lyrics
[Gary Moore - All Messed Up lyrics]
My head is hurtin', I'm looking for the door
But, it's so hard to find, so hard to find
Walk to my car on my hands and my knees
Hand in my pocket, I'm looking for the keys
But they're so hard to find
Look at my son, he's no friend of mine
Reach for my shades before I go blind
Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know
All messed up and no place to go
I'm seeing double, the whisky's to blame
I'm having trouble remembering my name
So hard to tell, it's so hard to tell
Can't get no sleep with the quarrel and fight
I'm not sure if I'm dead or alive
So hard to tell
Look at my son, he's no friend of mine
Reach for my shades before I go blind
Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know
All messed up with no place to go
I can't believe it's really me in the mirror
Feels like I'm falling off the rails
Looks like a hellhouse on my tail
Look at my son, he's no friend of mine
Reach for my shades before I go blind
Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know
All messed up with no place to go
All messed up with no place to go
All messed up with no place to go
All messed up with no place to go
All messed up all messed up
All messed up with no place to go
All messed up with no place to go
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