paroles de chanson Rub Me Raw - Warren Zevon

I know these blues are going to rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
Went and told my psychic
I said, "Keep it to yourself.
I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else"

Word's out on the street
Whispers in the night
They come out of the woodwork
Wanna see what it's like

Pickle-ickle-ickle
Gonna run that voodoo down
How the crowd gets fickle
When your face is to the ground

Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw

Now I'm shaking all over
I'm a shattering mess
But I'm gonna sit up straight
I'm going to take it with class

Old 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 back to the chat room and fade in the shade"

Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
I said oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw

Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
I say oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw

Well, I know these blues are going to rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
I was walking pretty well then I fell into a hole
I should climb out quick but I hate doing what I'm told

Got a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide
This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive
I don't want your pity or your fifty-dollar words
I don't share your need to discuss the absurd

Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw
Rub me raw
Hit me