I feel so bad in the morning. I feel so bad in the middle of the day. I feel so bad in the evening. That's why Im' going to the river to wash my sins away.
Well I met my little blue-eyed dog. Down by the riverside. Down by the riverside. Down by the riverside. Well I met my little blue-eyed dog. Down by the riverside.
As sit here in this Loser's Cathedral I hear the sad songs that the jukebox play. Then I dream about Where Love Used To Live dear. And all the things that I let slip away.