To all you fucked up people doing fucked up shit:
Stop now.
To the rest of you:
As you were.
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[zips up pants]
Sorry about that. Stopping it, sir.
The shit that used to work don’t work no more.
Well, I went to the doctor
I said, “I’m feeling kind of rough”
He said, “I’ll break it to you, son (Warren sings, “Let me break it to you, son”)
Your shit’s fucked up.”
I said, “my shit’s fucked up?”
Well, I don’t see how–”
He said, “The shit that used to work–
It won’t work now.”
I had a dream
Ah, shucks, oh, well
Now it’s all fucked up
It’s shot to hell
Yeah, yeah, my shit’s fucked up
It has to happen to the best of us
The rich folks suffer like the rest of us
It’ll happen to you
That amazing grace
Sort of passed you by
You wake up every day
And you start to cry
Yeah, you want to die
But you just can’t quit
Let me break it on down:
It’s the fucked up shit
Warren Zevon: “My shit’s fucked up.”
R.I.P., he said it better than me.
Uh, oh….
Would that it were so easy.
Well, now. I can’t wait for lunch today.
And Jeremy, thanks. Lea and I shared a good laugh this morning at your comment.
Gerry: I had only the walkin’-around understanding of Warren Zevon (i.e. I knew “Werewolves of London”) until VH-1 did some specials on him after he got sick. He was a neat guy.
‘seester: It was fun. Glad you and Melanie each know who I’m talking about now.
I knew the guy who created Warren Zevon’s first ever website. How’s that for a brush with fame? Not? Well, okay.
Yeah, you were talking about your minions or something.