Lyrics > Heavy Trash – Nevermore Blues

Writers: J. Spencer / M. Verta-Ray
Published: Patricia Ann Music/Marsupial Parlay Vous (BMI)
From: Rockabilly
Transcribed: Pop Catastrophe
Back Off
Bad Boy
Bloodshot Eyes
Bug Bite Daddy
Bumble Bee
Chopt Face
Christmas In Königstein
Crazy Pritty Baby
Crying Tramp
Dark Hair'd Rider
Double Line
Dour Festival Song
The Female Form (Live)
Fix These Blues
Flip The Script
Gee, I Really Love You
Get My Rocks Off
Good Hair
Good Man
Hold Me Tight
The Hump
I Don't Mind
I'll Change My Style
In My Heart
I Want Oblivion
I Want Refuge
Jibber Jabber
Justine Alright
Kissy Baby
Leave That Junk Alone
Liebe Auf Den Ersten Blick
'Lonely Nights'
The Loveless
Lover Street
Mr. K.I.A.
Nevermore Blues
No Fun / The Model
Out Demon Out
Outside Chance
The Pill
Pork Chop
Punk Rock Mama
Pure Gold
Say Yeah
She Baby
(Sometimes You Got to Be) Gentle
Sweet Little Bird
Sweet, Sweet Girl
Take My Hand
That Ain't Right
That's What Your Love Gets
They Were Kings
This Day Is Mine
Under The Waves
Walking Bum
Way Out
We Got To Go
Wet Book
Wheel of Fortune
Yeah Baby
You Can't Win
You Got What I Need
Yeah, I am that woodpecker, I’ll make you regret
Make you remember what you’d like to forget
Your life is full of holes
Like Mike Love, I suppose

Come on and tip the bottle over and fill up the cup
Tip back the glass and pour it all back
Can’t decide what you want
Or which way to go

Yeah, hear the wind howl, hear the trees scream
Just can’t connect to this devilish scheme
Woodpecker gonna tear the guts out of you

Oh, look out now
Woodpecker once
Woodpecker twice
Come on, baby, don’t you be so nice

I’m that woodpecker, baby
You got something and I won’t let you let it go
Oh no
Let’s go

Got to keep knocking, picking, tick-tocking
Tapping and hitting and kicking and rocking
Sakes alive, how will you survive
The pressure, the torment, the grief and the jive?

Some say it’s too much
I said woodpecker once
But I say, it’s never enough
I said woodpecker once
Woodpecker twice
Come on, baby, don’t you be so nice
That’s all right
Man, you’re not wicked, you’re just stupid
I got something on ya
I’m not gonna let you let it go
Oh no, oh no

I’m not nice and you’re not sweet
Moan and cry, but watch out, honey
I might spit in your eye
Tap tap tap, pick pick
That’s right
Oh, it’s a trick, it’s a trap
Picking at you
Like a woodpecker