Warren Zevon - Rub Me Raw lyrics
[Warren Zevon - Rub Me Raw lyrics]
Well, I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
Went and told my psychic, I said
"Keep it to yourself
I don't wanna hear it and don't
Be telling no one else"
Word's out on the street
Whispers in the night
They come out of the woodwork
Wanna see what it's like
Pickle, ickle, ickle
Gonna run that voodoo down
How the crowd gets fickle when your
Face is to the ground
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Now I'm shaking all over
I'm a shattering mass
But I'm gonna sit up straight
I'm gonna take it with class
Old man used to tell me, "Son
Never look back move on to the next case
Fold your clothes and pack"
To the green horned chicken hoppers I say
"Get yourself a trade
Or go back to the chat room
And fade in the shade"
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
I said, oh
No these blues are gonna rub me raw
Well, I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
I was walkin' pretty well
Then I fell into a hole
I should climb out quick
But I hate doing what I'm told
Got a wang dang doodle wrapped
In bog snake hide
This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive
I don't want your pity or
Your fifty dollar words
I don't share your need to discuss the absurd
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Rub me raw
Hey
Every single cure seems to be against the law
Went and told my psychic, I said
"Keep it to yourself
I don't wanna hear it and don't
Be telling no one else"
Word's out on the street
Whispers in the night
They come out of the woodwork
Wanna see what it's like
Pickle, ickle, ickle
Gonna run that voodoo down
How the crowd gets fickle when your
Face is to the ground
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Now I'm shaking all over
I'm a shattering mass
But I'm gonna sit up straight
I'm gonna take it with class
Old man used to tell me, "Son
Never look back move on to the next case
Fold your clothes and pack"
To the green horned chicken hoppers I say
"Get yourself a trade
Or go back to the chat room
And fade in the shade"
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
I said, oh
No these blues are gonna rub me raw
Well, I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
I was walkin' pretty well
Then I fell into a hole
I should climb out quick
But I hate doing what I'm told
Got a wang dang doodle wrapped
In bog snake hide
This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive
I don't want your pity or
Your fifty dollar words
I don't share your need to discuss the absurd
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh, no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Rub me raw
Hey