Blues+at+3+a.m.

Got the blues at 3 am there's a zombie lying in my bed I'm living like the living dead Got the blues at 3 am

I've got the blues at 3 am The hounds of hell are moving in They're slavering for my soul again I've got the blues at 3 a.m.

In the night I hear the rasping cough of every fear I've known I feel the chill of all the friends I've lost invade my bones And no matter how I tell myself that I am not alone I'm left to face mortality in darkness on my own

Yeah I've got the blues at 3 a.m. My heart is just a rattling tin My tongue is dry inside my grin I've got the blues at 3 a.m.