Benedict's Blues
What am I getting up and getting up and getting up to do what?
A half of the day
Sitting up in this hotel,counting up the church bells
Isn't that a shame?
Found the meaning,tied the nod
Write the book and lose the plot
Couldn't find another day to say the same thing every day
I'm to the house of Benedict
And find a way to make it stick to it
Looking for some discipline
Staying hungry,keeping thin
Why did love hide me?
Did me wrong or what she did
It's the same old ,same old
Is that all a song can be?
And other songs can set you free
But maybe I was wrong
Found the meaning,tied the nod
Write the book and lose the plot
Couldn't find another day to say the same thing every day
I'm crawling in to Benedict's house
And find a way to make it stick to it
Looking for some discipline
Staying hungry,keeping thin
The writers came for out of town
Once were 4 ,but one of them drowned
You asked for a little water,we missed
I guess it's just a little Apocalypse
Or take the stair to Heaven's Gate
'change the colour of your hair
'and that was that
Never wrote a damn thing
But if you supposingly like it
That's your right
And you''ll be giving a name
Found the meaning,tied the nod
Write the book and lose the plot
Couldn't find another day to say the same thing every day
I'm crawling in to Benedict's house
And find a way to make it stick to it
Looking for some discipline
Staying hungry,keeping thin
Keeping thin,keeping thin
Keeping thin