Fix My Blues Lyrics - Aladdin - Adam Green

Ain't I fair, ain't I kind 

And I'm paid to feel fine 

But I haven't spent a dime since I met you 

Your breasts are like two wrists that I've handcuffed to my dick 

In a subculture of love and refraction 

But I die every morning again 

Me at my worst is fun for them 

And I die with a feeding tube 

While you try to fix my blues 

Your city's so unclean in a Washington machine 

And your face is like a cage and two of them 

And your sentiment is gone and you're now enslaved by gods 

While I strum my broken legs like a banjo 

But I die every morning again 

Me at my worst is fun for them 

And I die with a feeding tube 

While you try to fix my blues 

But when I feel my heart retract into my soul 

It makes an ego seem more valuable than gold 

And I die every morning again 

Me at my worst is fun for them 

And I die with a feeding tube 

While you try to fix my blues