Lyrics Ash Wednesday Blues - Anders Osborne

Dopers and smokers. Losers and snoozers.
All them old lazy farts
Liars, deniers, fakers and takers.
Full of themselves, but no heart

And I've been floating on this ocean
Nothing better else to do
I feel this dead calm inside the big storm
Living with the Ash Wednesday blues

Hold on. Move on. Set it straight
Aw it's too late
This is one hell of a place

Aw we all seem so nervous
Let's do ourselves a service
Stop trying to keep up this pace

And I keep swimmin' in this big pond
A little boy who lost his shoes
I feel this dead calm inside the big storm
Living with the Ash Wednesday blues

Everyone is so vain
On the verge of insane
We're civilized and customized
We recognize what's televised
And use our brain for popularity and fame

Let followers and swallowers and tyrants be bygones
And find an island in the sun
Aw, fruit shakes and king cakes
No streets or bad meat
Only happy people when the day is done

And I keep floatin' on this ocean
Nothing better else to do
I feel this dead calm inside the big storm
Living with the Ash Wednesday blues

I feel this dead calm inside the big storm
Living with the Ash Wednesday blues