Rub Me Raw - Lyrics - Warren Zevon

I know these blues are going to rub me raw Every single cure seems to be against the law Went and told my psychic I said, "Keep it to yourself. I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else" Word's out on the street Whispers in the night They come out of the woodwork Wanna see what it's like Pickle-ickle-ickle Gonna run that voodoo down How the crowd gets fickle When your face is to the ground Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw Now I'm shaking all over I'm a shattering mess But I'm gonna sit up straight I'm going to take it with class Old man used to tell me, "Son, never look back Move on to the next case, fold your clothes and pack." To the green horned chicken hoppers, I say, "Get yourself a trade Or go back to the chat room and fade in the shade" Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw I said oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw I say oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw Well, I know these blues are going to rub me raw Every single cure seems to be against the law I was walking pretty well then I fell into a hole I should climb out quick but I hate doing what I'm told Got a ***-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive I don't want your pity or your fifty-dollar words I don't share your need to discuss the absurd Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw Oh no, these blues are gonna rub me raw Rub me raw Hit me