Hey - Blind Mr. Jones
Oh it's another weight on the soul
The woman in her skin thirteen
And future glitters gone
And I can't see a pattern at all
Your nightclub shoes and broadsheet blues
And posters on the wall
Hey hey hey heyyy
Oh you can't have my soul on a rope
It's a star wars toy in this bedroom boy
And that's where it's gonna stay
And I can't stand a wartime goodbye
So listen close and listen hard
And hear me when I say
Hey hey hey hey heyyy
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Oh it's another mess of a day
I'm lifeless and I'm sick
And tired of what you've got to say
Oh it's another waste of a day
I'm listless and I'm so
So bored of what you've got to say
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey