I've Got A Funky Bluesy Misery

Funky, feeling discombobulated, dizzy thrown around and saturated. Never felt such unrelated mis'ry Free me from these bonds Take me from these wicked tyrants laughing in their chambers like some hungry wolves. What the promise was has changed in every form Better burn the embers Smoke them out in uniform. Who's the umpire? Who's the referee? Are we damned to a devil's jamboree? Got a funky bluesy misery Free me from these ropes I've been tied to nothing good I'm weeping in my anger Pull upon the string Call upon the pope Washing nothing but the danger from the warning post. Choose your fatal whim with the morbid stranger. Who's the umpire? Who's the referee? Are we damned to a devil's jamboree? Got a funky bluesy misery Save me from these packs of hungry canines Can't you hear me whining? Yes they'll howl and bark much louder as they sniff and growl much prouder. In the darkness appear the swine as the nightmare begins defining the awesome sense of urgency. It was sold as just one small emergency. We'd better heed this shining and flee the quarters and climb the pines. Under the blankets fast asleep lies the dreamer of the third world's destiny. Leaving pedals of withered flowers to trace our movements in the deep. As we escape the snapping wolves and laughing hyenas. Will it become a Roman arena? Who's the umpire? Who's the referee? Are we damned to a devil's jamboree? Got a funky bluesy misery