Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue. Hey, look over yonder out in the rain, Soakin' wet fever in my brain. Now, I ain't certain which way to go, But I got to move, sure. I'm feelin' blue. I'm feelin' blue. Hey, look over yonder behind the wall,

We will walk away from empty gold If the morning light don't steal our soul Feel like we've been falling down Like these autumn leaves Don't let our hearts freeze We're the underdogs, in this world alone I'm a believer, got a fever running through my

If there's a black hole heading for hell Then maybe count me in? I sold my soul so long ago I've got the white line fever And I never toured for sin The bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go As I breathe, my disease brings me to my knees All you need

Cold turkey has got me on the run Temperature's rising Fever is high Can't see no future Can't see no sky My feet are so heavy So is my head I wish I was a baby I wish I was dead

Yeah we're all here 'Cause we're not all there tonight I got the fever, fever, fever, fever I got a rip in my shoes And a hole in my brand new shoes I got a Margarita nose And a breath full of Mad Dog Booze Yeah, they threw me outta jail I tell ya it

I got no money but I want you so Wants to kill me something He wants to kill me off of the street Don't wipe my tongue Or spread me up and break me a fever Give me something I can believe in Give me something to walk me away I'm a waste of time And all

I'll make it louder Blow the system I've got that burning fever On the dance floor where I need my And bump the speaker the volumes way too low Just keep up with the rhythm

We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out. We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout, I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around, Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, Look out Jackson town. Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson Look out Jackson town Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and

Hey hey hey hey hey Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade Vendetta, sweet vendetta This Beretta of the night This fire and the desire Shots ringing out on a holy parasite Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace