Bad hurtn - Christian Kjellvander

I walk down the street thinking about the blues

The constant sorrows and where I layed my tools

Then I loved everything

Then I hated everything again

And on occasion there is good working

But most of the time

Just bad hurtn

You said that we’re not getting better

You said we are not heading for the better

It makes my blood boil in so many ways

To move towards a light and get lost in a haze

And before I’m gone may the good working

Drive a nail through the heart

Of bad hurtn