Wonderin' why their bodies go to silly places.
Walkin' past the carpet mills
Lookin' in and takin' stills,
Your ass it draws me in
Like a Bermuda highway.
Oh, don't carve me out!
Don't let your silly dreams,
Fall in between
The crack of the bed and the wall.
Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement
Snoozing in cobwebs and the cement.
Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy
Got all the fame,
Maybe I'm to blame
For his short bitter fucked up life.
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"Bermuda Highway" as written by Jim James
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