I said, how did I get here?   What song did I sing, yeah?   And just what have I done   To deserve such a thing?      You said, I heard all that before   So won't you give it up, baby   And stop using me, boy   I've heard all that before      So bring me an apple, I'm crying   I've been persecuted like a dying man      The spirit provides me   In a show, no mean martyr days, yeah   The spirit it gives   But it also can take away      You say, I heard all that before   So won't you give it up, baby   And stop using me, boy   I've heard all that before   Take a trip on the other side of hell      So come bite the apple, I'm run down   Like Sodom to Gomorrah, all dead now      So please stop to laugh and pity me   My soul means well, but I'm sorry      My skin, it is weathered   And I'm nervous, yes, I am   My future was in my hands   Till I washed it all away      I washed it all away, washed it all away      I said get along, little sister   I heard you're doing well   I heard you're doing well      I said get along, little sister   Heard you're doing well      Said get along, little sister   Heard you're doing well   I heard you're doing well      I said get along, little sister   Heard you're doing well   I heard you're doing well      I said show me to you   Said between   Send me song   Sing me a real real song      Sing me real song   Sing me real song   Come on, yeah      Come on, come   Sing that song   Sing that song   Sing song