And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?

Welp,

It was a long day. I played well. Lost every race. Lost to every long shot. Lost to drunks. Lost to donks. I just wanna know who's to blame? :P I'm numb to it by now. So I go to my friend Pedro the Lion for inspiration.

And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?
For every stupid struggle?
I don't know.
I could buy you a drink.
I could tell you all about it.
I could tell you why I doubt it, and why I still believe.

But I can't say it like I sing it.
And I can't sing it like I think it.
And I can't think it like I feel it.
And I don't feel a thing.
Oh no - I don't feel a thing.

And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?
For every stupid struggle?
I don't know.
I could buy you a drink.
I could tell you all about it.
I could tell you why I doubt it, and why I still believe it.
And why I need it.
And what the pharisees don't see.

And we'd have more drinks. We'd speak of so many things.
But I don't know you, and you don't know me.






I could whine about it and tell you all my troubles but...
I don't know you and you don't know me.

Anyone know a nice bridge?
Goodnight Elizabeth...