Letra da Música The Devil's Music de The Three Johns

Woke up this morning feeling so bad
Got the worst hangover Dean Martins ever had
Say that I’m mad I’m madder than that
I am possessed
My head spins just to think of it



Don’t start me talking
I’ll tell you everything I know
Got to break up this signifying
Something’s got to go



One night I was laying down
I heard momma poppa talking
I heard poppa tell momma
It’s in him and we’ve gotta get it out



Let’s get this rent together
Let’s get this rent apart
Let’s get this apartment rentapart
Let’s hear the drum machine for a while



The ancient blues singers in their ancient hats
They were singing to their arcane gods
They were singing about their girlfriends
The doctor he got me, the doctor she got me
The blues came up the Mississippi
It lives in my house now