Letra de The Fucked Up Blues - Beck

I got the fucked up blues, I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do about the fuckin' fucked up blues?
Well, the beans have been bakin' upon the camel's hump
Like a voodoo curse in an old lady's purse, confetti on my grave
I got the fucked up blues, I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do about the fuckin' fucked up blues?
I got the fucked up blues, I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do about the fuckin' fucked up blues?
I woke up on the futon and my boots were on fire