Lyrics:
Blues In Velvet

Hands are shakin' got your finger on the trigger Jesus ain't complainin' gonna figure it out Somebody raped my tapeworm abortion Come on motherfuckers

Hands are shakin got your finger on the trigger Jesus ain't complainin gonna figure it out Somebody raped my tapeworm abortion Come on motherfuckers

spend One more night by the light Of the late show And Charlie Chans's crew Holiday Inn Blues Holiday Inn Blues I feel so down Holiday Inn Blues What

begging bowl blues follow me And she cannot say that she's happy And I cant be sure if I care I got wrapped up in the money And the begging bowl blues

Hands are shakin got your finger on the trigger Jesus ain't complainin gonna figure it out Somebody raped my tapeworm abortion Come on motherfuckers

the boys out here at the R.K. Ranch are singin' a new song now. Hope you like it because it's my answer to The Blue Velvet Band. It goes like this.

a world of consolation and there's no need of any conversation. Oh, velvet heaven, high in the sky above I think of you when I'm blue in love blue in

Entwined in a blue velvet band We strolled down the street together In my pocket, she placed her small hand She planted the evidence on me The girl in the blue velvet

known as the Blue Velvet Band On her cheeks was the first flush of nature her beauty it seemed to expand Her hair hung down in long tresses tied back with a blue velvet