Asked my teacher, asked my priest
And I asked the poets what’s wrong with me
Oh, Jesus Christ to Rimbaud
Tell me something, tell me something I don’t know

Called your mama, your sister too
And I asked the doctor what’s wrong with you
Something broke your heart so long ago?
Tell me something, tell me something I don’t know

I turn up the radio, and every tune
Is some working man in designer boots
So you got the blues? I’ve heard how they go
Tell me something, tell me something I don’t know

You look good in green, you look good alone
You look pretty high, you look better low
Gonna take you down, gonna bring you home
Tell me something, tell me something I don’t know