Eleanor

I'm mad as hell again One of my spells again Bout time for all of them to ask me if I'm well again Don't wake me up, my love Them folks'll suck it up They'll find another man to give a damn about loading trucks I hate to be like that Mondays just beat my ass I'd muster up a fuss and say how could I not fight back When I get out of bed If I don't feel half dead I'm gonna ride the lines to pass the time that I got left Call me what you want But don't call me no matter what it's for I hate to say it But I hate to fake shit so much fuckin more I may be going crazy Take your baby to the liquor store Just grab the water bottle Pour it all into it, Eleanor I must have blown a fuse Seems that's what old trucks do I'd pop the hood and check Maybe wreck and make the news My momma said one day That they'd all know my name Guess she forgot to mention how I'd get this hometown fame I guess you can't predict A train that you'd might hit And if you could I guess it wouldn't really change one thing I found a cigarette just lying on my chest I don't remember sparking or the scar it must have left Call me what you want But don't call me no matter what it's for I hate to say it But I hate to fake shit so much fuckin more I may be going crazy Take your baby to the liquor store Just grab the water bottle Pour it all to it, Eleanor