Deep in the Mud Those Poor Bastards
I think this is how it goes, if not feel free to correct me
[G]Black dreams in cripples thoughts they[A] haunt me
[D]Bet your glad to meet me aint ya [G]gal
[G]Now and then and if we can for[A]ever
[D]Stick in broken needles in our a[G]rms
Deep down baby, deep down, deep in the mud. Somethings down there tugging at my leg
Deep down baby, deep down, deep in the mud. Something down theres tuggin at my leg
The barbed wire is hard to climb through, Try not to tear your pretty dress
Police sirens they howl in the distance, Hey lets go find a hole to crawl into
[G]I know [A]what i've see[D]n
[G]I know i've seen dead folks walkin r[D]ound
[A]I bet you're glad to meet me aint ya [D]gal
lets 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 theres tuggin at my leg
Deep down, baby deep down, deep in the mud
Something down theres tuggin at my leg
I know what i've seen, I know i've seen dead folks walkin round
Bet you're glad to meet me ain't ya gal
Come on over here and sit beside me
I got somethings 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
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