Beck — Bottle Of Blues

[Verse 1] I just found me a bottle of blues Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe Ain't it hard Ain't it hard To want somebody who doesn't want you And I've been waiting for a year, a day Some strange weather must be blowing my way Cause I got no mind to go or to stay Or be left behind [Chorus] Holding hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickel in the graveyard machine I get higher and lower I get higher and lower Like a tired soldier With nothing' to shoot And nowhere to lose This bottle of blues [Verse 2] Egos drone And pose alone Like black balloons All banged and blown On a backwoods river The infidels shiver In the stench of belief And tell my momma I'm a hundred years late I'm over the rails And out of the race And the crippled psalms Of an age that won't thaw Are ringing in my ears [Chorus] Holding' hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickel in the graveyard machine I get higher and lower I get higher and lower Like a tired soldier With nothing to shoot And nowhere to lose this Bottle of blues [Verse 1] Well I just found me a bottle of blues Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe Ain't it hard, ain't it hard To want somebody who doesn't want you [Chorus] Holding' hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickel in the graveyard machine I get higher and lower I get higher and lower Like a tired soldier With nothing to shoot And nowhere to lose this Bottle of blues Bottle of blues