Thumbtacks In My Ice Cream - song

Another old song revamped for uke

Music by David Mink and words by me

I see a perfect angel walking with the blues.

I see a perfect angel walking with the blues.

I think, "should I say something?"

but I figure, "what's the use?"

I got this little problem, can't talk to angels that I see.

I got this little problem, can't talk to angels that I see.

I just sit and stare at the,

but they never stare back at me.

Masses of confusion bang me to the brain.

Masses of confusion bang me to the brain,

like broken glass and anvils

falling down like rain.

I just want to scream so she can see me bleed.

I just want to scream so she can see me bleed

from the thumbtacks in my ice cream

and the acid in my mead.