Lyrics Those Poor Bastards

Those Poor Bastards

Deep In The Mud

Black dreams in cripples thoughts they haunt me

bet you're glad to meet me ain't ya, gal?

Now and then and if we can forever

stick in broken needles in our arms

Deep down baby, deep down, deep in the mud

something down there's tuggin' at my leg

Deep down baby, deep down, deep in the mud

Something down there's tuggin' at my leg

The barbed wire fence is hard to climb through,

try not to tear your pretty yellow dress

police sirens they howl in the distance

hey, lets go find a hole to crawl into

I know what I've seen

I know I've seen dead folks walkin' around

I bet you're glad to meet me ain't ya, gal?

Let's go cut our hands and bleed together

just like those drunk old Indians always do

lets go get some tires and start'em burning,

and warm ourselves within their angry glow

Deep down, baby deep down, deep in the mud

Something down there's tuggin' at my leg

Deep down, baby deep down, deep in the mud

Something down there's tuggin' at my leg

I know what I've seen,

I know I've seen dead folks walkin' around

bet you're glad to meet me ain't ya, gal?

Come on over here and sit beside me

I got some things to say you'll like to hear, yes I do

Deep down, baby deep down, deep in the mud

Deep down, baby deep down, deep in the mud

Deep down, baby deep down, deep in the mud