Sister Friday

Sister Friday malediction
Sister Friday malediction
Sister Friday malediction
Sister Friday malediction
I've been lying to myself
For so many many years
I've gathered up my memories
And wrapped them in my tears
Sister Friday malediction
Has been singing me the blues
Sister Friday malediction
Has been singing me the blues
My heads as empty as my pockets
My breath smells like my shoes
My heart's an anxious whore
'Cause she's ready to blow
And like a bloody Sunday
Sweet negro music flows
Sister Friday malediction
Sister Friday malediction
Sister Friday malediction
Has been singing me the blues
The world's a fallen airplane
'Cause it's running out of fuel
And we are all going down baby
Far below ground
To the devil's mansion
To the devil's mansion we go
On to the devil's playground
On to the devil's playground
My heads a rolling thunder
As lightning brings us there
And sister Friday malediction
Doesn't even care
Sister Friday malediction
Doesn't even care