Yeah, blues I won't ask where you're going If you don't ask where I've been 'Cause if you're looking for an answer, babe I wouldn't know where to begin
(here it comes) Well funky monkey?s in the jungle tonight They got two by two don?t hear me right Band playing loudly baby Gone are the days when the
Friday night at midnight Looking for what I need I heard a tale that somewhere That a dude had a real go at me So like a rat race cowboy I slipped into
, please Doin' as I see on my TV I am doin' as I see on my TV Can I get on the news if I kill my wife? Would you respect me more if I took my life?
Lately boy, your head ain't right And nothin' seems to thrill you Word on the streets is No sex no more 'cause, it'll kill you You touch, she bites You
, one more for the bone, but dont get any in your eye, strapped me on a two by four, so i dove right in when she want more, one more for the bone i got
in the ocean 'Till it's floatin' at the brink And when that boat don't float no more They're just gonna let it sink Don't ask me no more questions,
be there should you fall from grace Wipe those tear drops from your face I see no more damage done, no, baby, baby I gotta touch you I'll see no more
find the truth Ain't nothing you can do When the girl goes down Hollywood and Vine and a hundred more All the lives there couldn't take it no more Now
If I never knew the truth Well, she'd be fine with me One night she stayed over here And left her little black book behind Well, that little black book ain't little no more
I heard a funny thing about me But who the hell are you I won't say that ain't true, Lately I've been living on the edge I don't recognize my own face
I, I, I'm uneducated, my clothes outdated I don't stand politically correct I still hate small talk, dig fast cars and hard rock Still like talkin' about
', the walls bangin' It's the neighbor next door They're talking trashy or doing the nasty They keep me up until four So they keep on going more and more
Coughing, blues? : "gol, bret--don't touch me there!" Bret: I'm gonna tell you who we are. Well we're big rock singers We got golden fingers
like the fourth of july Just don't get any in your eye She's got me on a 2x4 So I don't fall in when she wants more I got excited she through Her hands
more lies Ne sheer heart attacks No more empty promises No more lookin' back No more victims, no more lies Ne sheer heart attacks No more empty promises No more, no more, no more
tree She whispered in my ear Just more cushion for the pushin', dear Guess I had to move when she got down to it A little, a little, a little (more
town boy can take See the eyes of the countless masses Drinking life from the empty glasses Chorus: No more victims No more lies Ne sheer heart attacks No more empty promises No more