Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Automatic Blues, artist - Chuck Prophet. Date of issue: 06.09.2004
Song language: English
Automatic Blues |
| 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 |
| 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 |