Sing the blues, sing it well
Of the tales, I'm about to tell
Hmm, falling down again
Falling down again
Now suppose that I'm lying
That I made my whole life up
From the ground, even deeper
I'm down, found falling down
And even scarecrows know
Not to talk to me
When I'm pa**ing by
And my feet are free
Now I'm chained up good
Like a dog in a yard
Ooooh
Like a dog in a yard