Neil Young f..ckin' Up
Mindless drifter on the road
Carry such an easy load
It's how you look,
and how you feel
You must have
a heart of steel.
Why do I keep f..ckin' up?
I can see you on a hill
Comatose but walking still
Curves beneath
your flowing gown
Only I could
bring you down.
Why do I keep f..ckin' up?
Dogs that lick
and dogs that bite
Hounds that howl
through the night
Broken leashes
are all over the floor
Keys left hanging
in a swinging door.
Why do I keep f..ckin' up?
Keep f..ckin' up!
