Beck - Bottle Of Blues lyrics

Da da da da, da da da da da da da da da 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 or a day Some strange weather must be blowing my way 'Cause I got no mind to go or to stay Or be left behind Holding hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickel in a 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 Egos drone and pose alone Like black balloons, all banged and blown On a backwards river, infidels shiver In the stench of belief And tell my momma I'm a hundred years late I'm over the rails and outta the race The crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw Are ringing in my ears Holding hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickel in a 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 That's definitely the one (????) Huh huh Yeah Wanna 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 Holding hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickel in a 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 Aaah... Doo be doo doo doo doo And (????) sittin' in the back room Doo doo doo doo doo Aaaaah... Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo Da da da da, da da da da Da da da, da da da La la la, aaaah...