Those Capital Blues

P Paul Amrod Paul Amrod
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I never got no proper education My teachers threw me outta class The principal rudely evicted me and wacked wickedly on my naked ass. I just was never really accepted and never received any appreciation I‘m illiterate, loathed and fully rejected so only troublemaking excited me. Pulling pranks on the richer girls Dipping their pigtails in a glass full of worms and turpentine which made their lovely locks curl. I was a mischief maker I was always suspected ‘cos of all my wilder antics. They really fired up and ignited me. No reason at all to panic I could easily undermine the authorities with my tactics. Going off to the local zoo With the monkeys I've reunited Now however I am no longer younger So it is time to steal and plunder. Therefore I'll clearly explain to you what is left for me to twist and do. Firstly I will scream like thunder and on some tobacco I will chew. So is the way of fighting off hunger while I'm shakin' my big wazoo. Got my troubles, got a reason to whine Got my pennies standin' on the soup line Got no welfare, got holes in my shoes So pissed I got those Capital Blues. They're laughin' at me and I'm so paranoid I hope the congressmen have got enough toys. I'm rattled out in my ol' blue jeans My kids are all growin' out of their teens Inflated Belated I've got those Capital blues I'm so rowdy gonna burn down town hall They took my livelihood and that's not all I'm poorer than I ever have been It's so sickly and a goddamn sin All the Roll Royce's and the stretch limousines I think it's ugly and it's quite obscene Got no welfare, got holes in my shoes So pissed I got those Capital Blues. Tryin' to crawl out of this hole Ain't so easy when you're crooked and old Too proud to beg gotta find a new scene Hopin' angels gonna soon intervene Inflated Belated I've got those Capital blues When I was born I had a bad deck of cards Since then the world did always discard my wishes to be a part of the human race I am a fallen angel left in disgrace. As a kid I played the crackpot To get some cool attention I then tried to sell pot and ended up sittin' in detention. Never was given any dignity and all I got now is depression. Lost my chance for integrity Now I'm a victim of repression. Got no welfare, got holes in my shoes So pissed I got those Capital Blues. Tryin' to crawl out of this hole Ain't so easy when you're crooked and old Too proud to beg gotta find a new scene Hopin' angels gonna soon intervene Inflated Belated I've got those Capital blues.

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