Damn Bloody Blues

The kind that sticks around

I got the damn bloody blues
You know, the kind that hangs around
Over my head like a big, black anvil cloud
If you hate love
Then you know what i'm talkin' about...
I got the damn bloody blues

Too many long, lonely nights
Will drive a man to desperate acts
And self-destructive patterns
So I took my favorite pills
And walked down to the bar
Because walking relieves stress
'Cause last time I wrecked my car
I'm gonna get fucked up
Then fall in love with some slut

I got the damn bloody blues
Not the kind that makes me cry
Its the kind that...makes me want to kill you
I was a good son
Now I have become, a man with nothing to lose
I got the damn bloody  blues