'm gonna tell 'em that I've got no one to blame For every time I feel lame I'm looking up I'm gonna soak up the sun I'm gonna soak up the sun I've got
Soaked to the bone Sink like a stone Walk home alone It's not the first time, it's not the worst crime Your soul will be okay When you've had enough
fire It might've faded, you decide Hell of a night Bat of an eye You started screaming blue murder, true That's so you and you're soaked through You
's on fire I guess, I guess But why do I feel soaked in a sugar kiss? Blister till I choke Then I just dismiss the flames around me Why do I feel soaked
sea you're always pushing for change All that I can see is a pool of rain Wish I thought of this much sooner, it felt so right All the secrets soaked
giving me these bones o' gold Yeah, jump in the river and the water soak the sin in my soul Soak the sin in my soul Soak the sin in my soul Soak the
I'm the shortness in the long I'm the goodness in the bad I'm the saneness in the mad I'm the sadness in the joy I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy I
never forget to soak it up Oh, soak it up every little bit, every little bit I can Soak it up every little bit, every little bit I can Soak it up every
Soaked to the bone Sink like a stone Walk home alone It's not the first time It's not the worst crime Your soul will be OK And you've had enough Searching
that you can push morality provoking reactions i can push this pulling tight across your skin while collecting energy morals have been broken i can push this try to soak
I just want to run around I just want to party down I just want to run around I just want to party down Drug rugs and beer [unverified], it's all I know
views of life erased Wounds that will never heal Tortured, i'm chained inside the crypt Burning the future an ocean of fire A world all soaked in
CHORUS Sister, soak the beans I'll be comin Home to Chop the Onion Mama, light the stove It'll take a while for the cornbread to get done I'll be comin
full of you and that Leavenworth stuff now I'm gonna get out And I'm gonna get tough you been lying to me How could you crawl so low with some gin-soaked
Sister, soak the beans I'll be comin Home to Chop the Onion Mama, light the stove It'll take a while for the cornbread to get done I'll be comin' home
Gin Soaked Boy (T. Waits) I've had a belly full'a you And that Leavenworth stuff Now I'm gonna get out And I'm gonna get rough Ya been lyin' to me How
m gonna tell 'em that) I've got no one to blame For every time I feel lame I'm looking up I'm gonna soak up the sun I'm gonna soak up the sun (verse)
