Left-Hand Cigarette Blues

Well, she sits around the house all day
I don't know if she's gonna say
Can't find her keys

She goes to check the fridge again
Stands there with the door open
There's always something to be craving

Then the doorbell rings
Makes her scream
She runs and hides in the bathroom

She's got them low-down left-hand cigarette blues
Yeah, them low-down left-hand cigarette blues

She tries to play guitar
To find the minor chord
For the songs that swirl around in her head

An angel or a devil told her
All the words she need to know that
Can't remember what they said

'Cause she's hungry, worn out, and confused
She's got them low-down left-hand cigarette blues

Yeah, she's hungry, worn out, and confused
She's got them low-down left-hand cigarette blues

Well she finally knows what she had to say
Snaps her fingers for her mouth to obey
She used to be real smart

She says "the world is full of idiots
Late night TV's wittiest
Just want to fit in

But now I'm hungry, worn out and confused
Got them low-down left-hand cigarette blues"