Bone from Salad Days by Eliot Wilder

Never felt no pain like this
Not like nothing
Not like nothing I’ve ever known
It’s like my blood is on fire
And I hurt
I hurt down to the bone

Just wanna jump
Just wanna jump
Just wanna jump out of my skin
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready for the loony bin
I am spinnin’
I am spinnin’
I am spinnin’ like a cyclone
How I feel it
How I feel it
How I feel it down to the bone

I am splayed here on this couch
And my guts
My stinking guts are on full display
It’s what you call a pretty picture
No it’s not
It’s not something even slightly OK

I am crying some kind of baby
‘Cause I’m still
I’m still that baby who got no action
Looking for what I can get
Looking for anything
But I don’t get no satisfaction

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