| Lyrics: | Once upon a time, they called me the bleeder,
Swimmin' up this river, with sentimental
fever,
But this ain't my first ride, it ain't my last try,
Got to keep movin' on,
If
they catch me ever, they'll throw me back forever.
I guess I should be ashamed,
But
I forget to be vain,
I did the best I could, I guess,
But everything just
bleeds.
They say you're only sad and lonely,
and no one is impressed.
I sent it
off in a letter, I need somethin' better,
Than a nail and a hammer to put me back
together.
But this ain't my first ride, it ain't my last try,
Just got to keep a movin'
on,
Got to keep this together, maybe next time is never.
I guess I should be
ashamed,
But I forget to be vain,
I did the best I could, I guess,
But everything
just bleeds.
They say you're only sad and lonely,
and no one is
impressed.
Sometimes I must confess,
I do feel a little overdressed,
Sometimes
it's hard to tell the wishing from the well,
Where you threw the penny and where it
fell.
I guess I should be ashamed,
But I forget to be vain,
I did the best I
could, I guess,
But everything just bleeds.
I guess I should be ashamed,
But I
forget to be vain,
I did the best I could, I guess,
But everything just bleeds.
They
say you're only sad and lonely,
And no one is impressed |
