Automatic Blues lyrics Well, some things I'm built for fixin' Make more sense to throw away The touch of something human What I really crave
Oh, just give me one thing I can sink my heart into Not another measure Of these automatic blues, come on, come on
Well, the preacher preached the sermon Sinners bow their heads Sometimes I feel so alive I wish I was dead
You might be on your back somewhere, baby Too beaten up in your pew Would Sunday lift the curtain On the automatic blues? Come on [. From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/c/chuck-prophet-lyrics/automatic-blues-lyrics.html .]
Hey, turn me on, turn me off Turn me out, turn me on I said, turn me off, turn me on Turn me out, turn me on
I feel like a pair of sneakers In a washing machine I'm bouncing off the walls Trapped in the heap
Goddamn, thermostat's gone crazy I woke up with the flu Wrapped up in a blanket With the automatic blues, come on
Hey, come on Get a hold on me Get a hold on me I want somebody to tell me Where can my baby be Watch Automatic Blues video Browse Other Chuck Prophet Lyrics SONG MEANINGS no entries yet |
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