Description

Alternative rock, Medium tempo, building, percussive, bluesy, rocking chorus, retro, funky, soulful, Male vocals, tenor sax, saxophone, electric guitar, bass, drums, organ, tambourine, horns

Lyrics

I got swarms of bees flying around my head
I got aching knees from my styrafoam bed
Maybe just maybe I should have been dead
But I ain’t superstitious and I always pay my rent
Got trapieze in mind with a parachute head
I spend way too much time worrying how to break bread
And the funny thing is
Is I spend way to much time
Stuck in the mud
And with my best shoes on

And I once was the Marlboro man
Till there was no demand
I rode as fast as I could till there was no land
When I got there nothing whispered in my ear
And they said son best not be around here
With all I fear
So settle back here gonna throw me some knives
And when IU arrived the world was still alive
And I was still screaming
Stuck in the mud
And with my best shoes on
Tired of the flood
But we ain’t moving up
We just gotta fight

Stuck in the mud
And with my best shoes on
Tired of the flood
But we ain’t moving up
Stuck in the mud
But we ain’t moving up
Cause we’re all stuck in the mud
Cause we’re all stuck in the mud