My mind is a dirty wash of dopamine
And I try and I try and I'll die before I ever get clean
I'm fighting the vitriol to get some sleep
Honey cut me up, guess which chemicals I'll bleed
Oh and look at my love
Oh and look at my love
Oh and look at my love
I'm walking all along that county line
And every time I pray I say don't give me what's mine
I'm tired of the dirty devil on my back
If you've got an old itch, you've to have a little old scratch
Oh and look at my love
Oh and look at my love
Oh and look at my love
I'm not a bad man
But I'm not a good man
I'm in a graceland
When you put all of that love on me
I never make plans
When I've got a good hand
I'm in a graceland
When you put all of that love on me
I want to feel good
I want to feel good
I want to feel alright
In the morning in the sunshine
Can you help me see the light
I'm not a bad man
But I'm not a good man
I'm in a graceland
When you put all of that love on me
I never make plans
When I've got a good hand
I'm in a graceland
When you put all of that love on me