Metho Blues Lyrics

Yesterdays are gone
Road is hard and long
People carry on the best they can
Bring down one more day
Spending next week's pay
One more day of chasing, catching, gross mismatching blues
But never satisfaction

Kings Cross is my home
And all night long I roam
Begging sense from foreign eyes and friends
Tim'es a twisted road
And speed's the only goal
Life's a winding highway, byway, do it my way blues
That never lets you answer

And metho is my friend
Yes, our love has one end
We'll be away 'till death or blindness ____
Oh yeah
General help is far
My eyes are soaking sore
Seeking for some night spot dancer, find no answer blues
But never satisfaction

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