Smoke-filled kitchen blues

Лео Клац
Blue devils by my side
Blue devils with me again
Mumbling your name

Telling me I was blind
But my pride is gone
So I'm holding my phone

Keeping in mind it's not right
I know now, you never was mine
And 'twas started as lie

Though 'twas as good as it might
But now I've beaten, old and alone
Drinking so lot I will drown

God, my ribs are so tight
I can't even breathe!
Clenching my teeth

Crying all night
Like a beaten whore
Damn, what that all was done for?

Wanna see me crying?
Wanna see me dying?
Come into my home, darling.