Just a Confused Ol' Soul

Just a Confused Ol' Soul                                      April 27, 2006

I am feeling the blues all of the time,

So much so, it should be a petty crime.

I feel hunger, and I feel hate,

Of what, I don't know. 

I'm just a confused ol' soul.

I wake up in the morning, but don't know why,

I look to His Sky for an answer to my cries.

He tells me to pull myself up with my boot straps,

But I flip Him the bird, say,

"That ain't got nothin' on me."

I'm just a confused ol' soul, eatin' his Wheaties.

Of what, I don't know, I've been told

It could be better or worse.

There's these things we live with

And they're called rules,

But I flip them the bird, say,

 "They ain't got nothin' on me."

I struggle to the shower, nude, a physical wreck.

I jump in, hot water cascades over my body.

I wash my hair, wonderin' whether

It should be cleansin' my sins,

But there again, there's the issue,

'Cause I'm a confused ol' soul.

I'm a confused ol' soul,

And I never know what to do.

I shave because society preaches

Cleanliness is closest to Godliness.

I shave, only to carve

A few good bloody nicks on this mold,

And the wife blesses me

With three Hail Marys in her plight,

But I flip her the bird, say,

 "They ain't got nothin' on me."