Everybody's Blues Lyrics

The piano man keeps spitting in his beer

The piano man keeps spitting in his beer

Nobody hears the music, nobody sheds a tear

The piano man keeps spitting in his beer

The preacher finds the peasants at the well

The preacher finds the peasants at the well

He asks them, "Are you lost?" they ask what heaven costs

Someone shouts, for free, you can go to hell

The doctor sees his patients in the bar

The doctor sees his patients in the bar

He asks them, are you ill

They say, hell no, we just got your bill

Then run outside and drive off in his car

The lawyer buys the broker shots of rum

The lawyer buys the broker shots of rum

She asks him for a tip, he bites her on the lip

Then locks him up for chewing on his gum

The jazzman bites the head off of the queen

The jazzman bites the head off of the queen

Nobody calls the cops, the bass line never stops

It vibrates through the remnants of this dream

The poet meets his maker at the zoo

The poet meets his maker at the zoo

Burns him with his lighter, mistakes him for a spider

Then finds him stuck to the bottom of his shoe

It seems like everybody here has got the blues

It seems like everybody here has got the blues

They're all looking for an answer to a question they refuse

It seems like everybody here has got the blues