Band: Woodbox Gang
Album: Drunk As Dragons
Bad Veins
VERSE 1
[Gm]I don't hav[Bb]e matching s[Gm]ocks
[Gm]I don't have[Bb] a door that [Gm]locks
[Gm]I live in c[Bb]ardboard box
[Gm]Sell a pint of blood for f[Bb]ifteen bucks
[Gm]That's how a bum like [Bb]me can get a [Gm]drink
When the monsoon season came I escaped the rain
I hitched a ride on a railroad train
Well I went into 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 one eyed assassin with bad aim
How in the hell is a bum like me supposed to get a drink
When the doctor says, ?Son you've got bad veins?
CHORUS
[Gm]You've got bad veins ([Bb]You've got bad veins)
VERSE 2
Well I know my old veins may not be the best
You can slit my wrist over a bucket leave me the excess
I don't care if you stick a sump 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 porn queen dying of AIDS
A Romeo telling Juliet he's gay
How in the hell is a bum like me supposed to get a drink
When the doctor says, ?Son you've got bad veins?
VERSE 3
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 hell is a bum like me supposed to get a drink
When the doctor says, ?Son you've got bad veins?
Album: Drunk As Dragons
Bad Veins
VERSE 1
[Gm]I don't hav[Bb]e matching s[Gm]ocks
[Gm]I don't have[Bb] a door that [Gm]locks
[Gm]I live in c[Bb]ardboard box
[Gm]Sell a pint of blood for f[Bb]ifteen bucks
[Gm]That's how a bum like [Bb]me can get a [Gm]drink
When the monsoon season came I escaped the rain
I hitched a ride on a railroad train
Well I went into 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 one eyed assassin with bad aim
How in the hell is a bum like me supposed to get a drink
When the doctor says, ?Son you've got bad veins?
CHORUS
[Gm]You've got bad veins ([Bb]You've got bad veins)
VERSE 2
Well I know my old veins may not be the best
You can slit my wrist over a bucket leave me the excess
I don't care if you stick a sump 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 porn queen dying of AIDS
A Romeo telling Juliet he's gay
How in the hell is a bum like me supposed to get a drink
When the doctor says, ?Son you've got bad veins?
VERSE 3
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 hell is a bum like me supposed to get a drink
When the doctor says, ?Son you've got bad veins?
