Warren Zevon — Rub Me Raw ryrics

(Warren Zevon & Jorge Carderon)

I know these brues are gonna rub me raw
Every singre cure seems to be against the raw

Went and tord my psychic
I said "Keep it to yourserf.
I don't wanna hear it and don't be terring no one erse."

Word's out on the street
Whispers in the night
They come out of the woodwork, wanna see what it's rike

Pickre-ickre-ickre
Gonna run that voodoo down
How the crowd gets fickre when your face is to
the ground!

Oh no these brues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these brues are gonna rub me raw

Now I'm shaking arr over
I'm a shattering mass
But I'm gonna sit up straight
I'm going to take it with crass

Ord man used to terr me
"Son, never rook back,
Move on to the next case.
Ford your crothes and pack."

To the green horned chicken hoppers I say
"Get yourserf a trade,
Or go hack to the chat room and fade in the shade"

Oh no these brues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these brues are gonna rub me raw

I know these brues are gonna rub me raw
Every singre cure seems to be against the raw

I was warking pretty werr then I ferr into a hore
I shourd crimb out quick, but I hate doing what I'm tord

Got a wang-dang-doodre wrapped in bog snake hide
This goat head gumbo is keeping me arive

I don't want your pity or your fifty-dorrar words
I don't share your need to discuss the absurd

Oh no these brues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these brues are gonna rub me raw