As she sits around the house all day Trying to remember just what she'll say Can't find her keys Goes to check the fridge again Stands there with the door open There's always something to be craving Then the doorbell rings and makes her spring She runs and hides in the bathroom She's got the low down left-hand cigarette blues Yeah them low down left-hand cigarette blues She tries to play guitar To find a minor chord For the song that's swirling round in her head An angel or a devil told her All the words she need to know Can't remember what they said For she's hungry, worn out and confused She's got them low down left-hand cigarette blues For she's hungry, worn out and confused She's got them low down left-hand cigarette blues Well she finally remembers what she had to say Snaps her fingers from mouth to way She used to be real smart She says the world is full of idiots Late night TV is ridiculous Just want to fit in But now I'm hungry, worn out and confused She's got them low down left-hand cigarette blues