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Bruce's Music Buddies
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| Gregg Lee Henry, musician / Lyrics |
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Analysis, paralysis My body’s gone limp my soul turned to rot Nothing means much, I’m way out of touch My feet are cold, my brain is hot Therapy, where’s the key, I should be crying but I’m not A little white room let me dust this broom A pitcher of water and a cot CHORUS: It got tricky When I walked those burning coals A little sticky What with those life-affirming goals Now I ain’t picky No when it gets down to it Life’s okay I’m getting through it Valium and Xanex Get me off the planet I should be flying but I’m not Let’s go back to childhood Is it daddy, is it peer group Is it mommy like we thought Electro-shock, let’s check with Spock You had a perfect family You were loved a lot Why are we here, where are we now Is the end just a plot (CHORUS) Straight-jacket, can’t hack it Put me on the couch, put me on the spot I was six foot seven, now I’m five foot even Can’t shit or get off the pot In to the asylum, Problems by the pile and I know I should be crying, but I’m not It just gets tougher , there ain’t no buffer I feel like I’m dying They say I’m not (CHORUS) |
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