Ballad of the Band - Felt

Where you been?

ain’t you for weeks

You been hanging out with all those jesus freaks

Oh yeah and I feel like giving in And where were you, when I wanted to work?

you were still

In bed

You’re a total jerk

There’s a place for abstract and there’s a place for

Noise and there’s a place for every kind of sound so come

On now and tell me why there’s a void

It’s all my fault, yes I’m to blame

Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no fame

And that’s why, I feel like giving in And all those songs, like crystal ball, dismantled king

You know I love them all

But oh, I still feel like giving in.