Hey - Blind Mr. Jones

Oh it s another weight on the soul

The woman in her skin thirteen

And future glitters gone

And I can t see a pattern at all

Your nightclub shoes and broadsheet blues

And posters on the wall

Hey hey hey heyyy

Oh you can t have my soul on a rope

It s a star wars toy in this bedroom boy

And that s where it s gonna stay

And I can t stand a wartime goodbye

So listen close and listen hard

And hear me when I say

Hey hey hey hey heyyy

Hey

Hey

Hey

Hey

Oh it s another mess of a day

I m lifeless and I m sick

And tired of what you ve got to say

Oh it s another waste of a day

I m listless and I m so

So bored of what you ve got to say

Hey

Hey

Hey

Hey

Hey