I've got whiskey shivers in my bones Like a river flooding, it's out of control I've got the morning glory pounding my head And I'm cold like the tiles in the bathroom of regret Oh, I should have known. Oh, it's how the story always goes. I'm the jester in the junk yard the joke is on me I'm the queen of the scrap heap I've got blues, booze & misery You've got the questions, answers & all results And like a poker player you hold them close Oh, I should have known. Oh, it's how the story always goes. Well I know I was fooled by your pretty face And it took me a while to see past That smile to the dirty games you play Oh, I should have known. Oh, it's how the story always goes.