Deep in the Mud - Those Poor Bastards

Black dreams and crippled thoughts

They haunt me

Bet you’re glad to meet me ain’t you gal?

Now and then and if we can forever

Stickin' broken needles in our arms

Deep down, baby deep down

Deep in the mud

Somethin' down there’s

Tuggin' at my leg

The barbed wire fence

Is hard to climb through

Try not to tear

Your pretty yellow dress

Police sirens they howl in the distance

Let’s go find a hole to crawl in to

I know what I’ve seen

I know, I’ve seen

Dead folks walkin' round

I bet you’re glad to meet me

Ain’t you gal?

Let’s go cut our hands

And bleed together

Just like those drunk old

Indians always do

Then lets go get some tires

And start 'em burnin'

And warm ourselves within

Their angry glow

Deep down, baby deep down

Deep in the mud

Somethin' down there’s

Tuggin' at my leg

I know what I’ve seen

I know, I’ve seen

Dead folks walkin' round

I bet you’re glad to meet me

Ain’t you gal?

Come on over here and sit beside me

I got some things to say

You’ll like to hear

Yes I do

Deep down baby deep down

Deep in the mud