Warren Zevon - Rub Me Raw Lyrics
I know these blues are gonna rub me rawEvery single cure seems to be against the lawWent and told my psychicI said "Keep it to yourself.I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else."Word's out on the streetWhispers in the nightThey come out of the woodwork, wanna see what it's likePickle-ickle-ickleGonna run that voodoo downHow the crowd gets fickle when your face is to the ground!Oh no these blues are gonna rub me rawOh no these blues are gonna rub me rawNow I'm shaking all overI'm a shattering massBut I'm gonna sit up straightI'm going to take it with classOld 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 hack to the chat room and fade in the shade"Oh no these blues are gonna rub me rawOh no these blues are gonna rub me rawI know these blues are gonna rub me rawEvery single cure seems to be against the lawI was walking pretty well then I fell into a holeI should climb out quick, but I hate doing what I'm toldGot a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hideThis goat head gumbo is keeping me aliveI don't want your pity or your fifty-dollar wordsI don't share your need to discuss the absurdOh no these blues are gonna rub me rawOh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
