The Fucked Up Blues — Beck

I got the fucked up blues

I got the fucked up blues

Lord what can you do

About the fuckin fucked up blues

Well the beans have been baking

Upon the camels hump

Like a voodoo curse

In an old ladys purse

Confetti on my grave

I got the fucked up blues

I got the fucked up blues

Lord what can you do

About the fuckin fucked up blues

I woke up on the futon

And my boots were on fire