What´s the blues, when you´ve got the greys?
I think I´ve given up, my body´s given in,
in a building, i lie still, and then i turn back over again
in a building that has heating
and sweat sweat sweat sweat dried-on stains
I´m sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
and you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuck
and it won´t work its way through my guts and just go away
I woke up this afternoon thought maybe today
that the world might be a more colorful place
but there´s no luck, it´s still just grey
come back here

What´s the blues, when you´ve got the greys?
much less productive than hardship and pain
in a building, where I lie still,
just before i turn over again
in a building that has heating
and sweat sweat sweat sweat dried-on stains
I´m sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
and you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuck
and it won´t work its way through my guts and just go away
I woke up this afternoon thought maybe today
the world might be a more colorful place
there´s no luck, it´s still just grey
oh, what´s the blues here when you´ve got the greys
i don´t have much of a story to say
i just sit around at night and avoid day
if i feel anything it at all it would be to get up
and avoid conversation and human contact
cause you can´t touch the world if you can´t feel pain
you should come back here