Blood Knuckled and Dusted - The Real Tuesday Weld, Oriana Curls

He ain’t no baby, he’s sure a shambles

He looks all pork pie, he looks love-handles

He ain’t no poet, he ain’t no boho

He’s just a junkie, he’s just a no-go

He’s blood-knuckled and dusted

He’s so over, he’s busted

He got all skinned up, he got all chewed up

He dates a pin-up, 'she has him spewed up

He 's like weasel, run out of diesel

A piss-artist with no easel

He’s blood-knuckled and dusted

He’s so over, he’s busted

I love the state you’re in

You get beneath my skin

It makes me want to sin

But where would I begin?

He’s such a liar, he’s all desire

Still believes that he’s the messiah

He’ll get dead-headed, he’ll get so shredded

He’ll blow his mind out in the fire

He’s blood-knuckled and dusted

He’s so over he’s busted

I love the state you’re in

You get beneath my skin

It makes me want to sin

But where would i begin?