Jazz Lyrics - Singles - Herman Brood

Good evening ladies & gentlemen 

The Brood in jazz 

I saw the genius come out of the bottle 

freakin' out the old man in the candystore 

a sad eyed jazz-cat tried to sell his trumpet 

whatever the offer he always wants more 

Every hit you get that don't break y'r neck 

is gonna make you feel stronger 

every storm you survive 

is gonna make you last longer 

Holes in the paper where words should be 

I guess it's holy it's so hard to see 

I wanna laugh & then again I wanna cry 

I gotta dance, I gotta die 

Junk-sick mornin's in the subway train 

I shouldn't be there love in vain 

whiskey in the ice-box colour TV 

& for tonight you've got me 

so I wonder 

What's the hassle 

What's the hassle 

You took my style you used my phone 

you took my bike you left me alone 

I lost my job my family life 

I lost my guts my natural drive 

The first time I met you child 

we were like tigers in a cage 

goin' places I forgot 

I guess we've got to turn the page 

So what's the hassle 

I wonder what's the hassle