Story Behind the Song
A ballad 'bout a yun boy who don't know good 'cause he don't know bad.
Bringin the wailing sounds of New Orleans Fonk Rock to the mainstream.
Lyrics
This is the story of a boy, estranged from reality.
take my pillow cases.
take my razor blades.
I don't feel like making faces.
i've had a crazy day.
and as a matter of fact, my condition is serious.
i'd rather be dead than insane or delirious.
He had a good life, but he didn't realize it. so, one day, he decided to kill himself.
somewhere down the river,
where i went to sink,
i found a little lady floating in the tributary, and all the trepidation kind of made me stop and think.
by the look on her face, i could tell she was dead.
not to mention the horrifying hole in her head.
Dead bodies are scary. He did not want to kill himself because he didn't want to be a dead body because they're scary, so he thought.
oh no, my life is going nowhere.
oh no, but i don't want to die,
although I kinda want to die
Our hero decided to live the good life, which was unfortunately cut short by his untimely suicide. His letter read:
goodbye, west virginia.
so long, fine estate.
i believe i've found a cure for my
second guessing brain.
in a couple of weeks i'll be totally gone,
carried out by an ambulance attendant at dawn.
live my friends, live. or die, it doesn't matter. it's all shades of ugliness in the end.
All my friends need a little distortion sometimes.
rainy days can't keep my blazing licks restrained.
Gate, and 58 it, or take it straight in. i'm devastating when i'm creating a groove.
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