yeah you got this place you go it s just a trip before the fall way past the fevered pitch just a spit from the wrecking ball said you woke up this morning said you woke up under a curse i ve heard the blues are bad but this is something worse and the ambulance driver well he tips his hat and stares and he asks you in a grave voice can i take you anywhere yeah it s the thing we cannot speak of too painful to behold oh this blister soul oh this blister soul oh this blister soul there s a smaller place you go where there s hardly any sound where the deals have all gone sour and the house of cards comes down and the damage is costly it s beyond all dollars and sense you can t measure it with graphs and charts or any instruments yeah the thing we cannot speak of the secret we all know oh this blister soul oh this blister soul oh this blister soul yeah from the trumpet blast i hear the banging drum yeah from once upon a time to the kingdom come and the thing that s yours for free is the thing i need the most oh stifles every boast stifles every boast  yeah the thing that s hard to speak of but the secret we all know oh this blister soul oh this blister soul oh this blister soul oh this blister soul oh this blister soul