I said, how did I get here?

What song did I sing, yeah?

And just what have I done

To deserve such a thing?

You said, I heard all that before

So won't you give it up, baby

And stop using me, boy

I've heard all that before

So bring me an apple, I'm crying

I've been persecuted like a dying man

The spirit provides me

In a show, no mean martyr days, yeah

The spirit it gives

But it also can take away,yeah yeah

You say, I heard all that before

So won't you give it up, baby

And stop using me, boy

I've heard all that before

Take a trip on the other side of hell

So come bite the apple, I'm run down

Like Sodom to Gomorrah, all dead now, all dead now, all dead now

So please stop to laugh and pity me

My soul means well, but I'm sorry

My skin, it is weathered

And I'm nervous, yes, I am

My future was in my hands

Till I washed it all away

I washed it all away, washed it all away

I said get along, little sister

I heard you're doing well

I said get along, little sister

Heard you're doing well, yeah

Said get along, little sister

Heard you're doing well

I heard you're doing well

I said get along, little sister

Heard you're doing well

I heard you're doing well

I said show me to you

Said between

Send me song

Sing me a real real song

Sing me real song

Sing me real song

Come on, yeah