Matt Minglewood - Ain't Nothing Pretty lyrics

I'm sick and tired of listening to you whine about your woes Shopping on 5th Avenue when you say ain't got no clothes Sipping on your lattes b**hing about your dues You paint a pretty picture of the blues A friend of mines been moaning since she left him high and dry When he's had about a dozen women out there on the sly Get up off that bar stool boy put on your walking shoes You paint a pretty picture of the blues Chorus Born under a bad sign down on the k**in' floor Hard luck and misery, it's all these things and more So paint your pretty pictures people, I've got news for you There ain't nothing pretty about the blues Tear drops on her pillow, bloodstains on her mind She laid low a ba*tard who was anything but kind And now she dreams of freedom, that she doesn't have to loose A dirty little picture from the blues He�s sitting at a hospital, he waiting on some news About his only daughter whose mother died from booze From pretty little crayons to the needle and the spoon Another dirty picture from the blues Repeat chorus Six years old and hungry, and a rat runs across the floor He can hear the knuckles landing through the crack under the door All these little lessons son, you'll someday come to use You�re looking at the future of the blues Repeat chorus