Texty
I got a woman who doesn’t love me but fits me like a glove
Everything is rosie apart from the above
She hums hallelujah when she’s giving head
When I look into those eyes, I see an alien instead
I think I got the picture not so long ago
Don’t meditate too much on what makes her garden grow
Things that do come to you and seem just like a dream
Often come disguised as what you want not what you need
It’s a jam, it’s a jam, it’s a gun in my hand
Why I let her drive me crazy man I’ll never understand
It’s a jam, it’s a jam, it’s a gun in my hand
Why I let her drive me crazy man I’ll never understand
It’s a jam
Shattered love is fruitful, it can take you very far
If you ain’t the driver of that crashing car
Play follow the leader with the demons in your head
Discover that in time you’re the one who pulled the thread
I can’t stop chasing false economies
Sex just burns like cancer in my memories
I wake up in the morning and wonder who I am
Who is that sweet girl with a bottle in her hand?
It’s a jam, it’s a jam, it’s a gun in my hand
Why I let her drive me crazy man I’ll never understand
It’s a jam, it’s a jam, it’s a gun in my hand
Why I let her drive me crazy man I’ll never understand
It’s a jam
Now I feel much cooler, perhaps I could be thawed
If I knew the answer to why we start these wars
In between the cocktails of hurt and jealousy
I wish that she could hear me, I wish that I could see
She’s out in the cosmos hung in dire straits
I’m back out on the streets now licking my own face
Got to take the edge off all this loneliness
I’m just walking wounded, staggering at best
It’s a jam
It’s a jam
It’s a jam, aw aw aw aw yeah
It’s a jam, aw aw aw aw awwww...
Yeah it’s a jam, yeah...
