Lordy


Lady she got painted eyes,
Have a way of talking to you,
Cut your heart out for the prize,
While the bitch sings hallelujah,

Lordy, well I’m made of blood and bone.
Na na na na na na na na na na.
Surely you know I bleed when I get stoned.
Na na na na na na na na na na.
Na na na, na na na.

Look at the way I made my bed,
Rocks and nails and I’m half crazy.
Get to dream ’bout bein’ dead,
But I ain’t been that lucky lately.

Lordy, well I’m made of blood and bone.
Na na na na na na na na na na.
Surely you know I bleed when I get stoned.
Na na na na na na na na na na.
Na na na, na na na.

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