Beck - The Fucked up Blues - Текст песни

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
lord what can you do
about the fuckin fucked up blues

well the beans have been baking
upon the camel's hump
like a voodoo curse
in an old lady's purse
confetti on my grave

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
lord what can you do
about the fuckin fucked up blues (x2)

I woke up on the futon
and my boots were on fire