Man of the blues

Man o’ war, man alive
Dirty creature more dead than alive
Wanted – here’s my poster – dead or alive
Get that shard away from my hair – i feel alive

Man o’ the blues, sweet child of Moses
Nothing smells as sweet as a single red rose
Nothing smells as as bad as a corpse flower in bloom
Nothing smells as bad as a dog with no nose

Here it is – sign my poster
Why the fuck – sign my merch
stiffen the wheel put the nose to the grindstone
Why the hell don’t they bring back the birch

Man of the blues, don’t mention that concept
In any manner, conclusion or incept
Get me the hell out of here
jokes, thieves, mothers, they all irk me