I've got whiskey shivers in my bones
Like a river flooding, it's out of control
I've got the morning glory pounding my head
And I'm cold like the tiles in the bathroom of regret
Oh, I should have known.
Oh, it's how the story always goes.
I'm the jester in the junk yard the joke is on me
I'm the queen of the scrap heap I've got blues, booze & misery
You've got the questions, answers & all results
And like a poker player you hold them close
Oh, I should have known.
Oh, it's how the story always goes.
Well I know I was fooled by your pretty face
And it took me a while to see past
That smile to the dirty games you play
Oh, I should have known.
Oh, it's how the story always goes.
