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the woodbox gang - bad veins lyrics

i don’t have matching socks
i don’t have a door that locks
i live in a cardboard box
sell a pint of blood for fifteen bucks
that’s how a bum like me can get a drink

when the monsoon season came i escaped the rain
i hitched a ride on a railroad train
well i went to that illinois blood bank
doctor said son you’ve got bad veins
now how’s a bum like me gonna get a drink

it’s like a brain surgeon who’s gone insane
a real [?] one+eyed assassin with bad aim
how in the h+ll is a bum like me
supposed to get a drink
when the doctor says son you’ve got bad veins

well i know my old veins may not be the best
you can slit my wrist over a bucket and leave me the excess
i don’t care if you stick some pump right through my chest
give me the money, i’ll clean up the mess
and then a bum like me can get a drink
it’s like a p+rn queen dying of aids
a romeo telling juliet he’s g+y
how in the h+ll is a bum like me
supposed to get a drink
when the doctor says son you’ve got bad veins

now i’m broke and sober and i feel the pain
of all the blood returning to my brain
my blood alcohol content is normal again
good blood flowing through bad veins
but how’s a bum like me gonna get a drink

it’s like all of jesus’ disciples cursing his name
all except for judas who holds his head in shame
how in the h+ll is a bum like me
supposed to get a drink
when the doctor says son you’ve got bad veins

[chorus]
you’ve got bad veins (you’ve got bad veins)
you’ve got bad veins (you’ve got bad veins)
you’ve got bad veins (you’ve got bad veins)
you’ve got bad veins (you’ve got bad veins)
you’ve got bad veins (you’ve got bad veins)
you’ve got bad veins (you’ve got bad veins)
you’ve got bad veins (you’ve got bad veins)
you’ve got bad veins (you’ve got bad veins)

- the woodbox gang lyrics

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