Flat on my back, feeling like a wreck
I took the last drag of my last cigarette
Followed the smoke, watched as it rolled up to heaven
It was a song that played in my head
It drove me crazy with the chorus, it said,

Oh no. Here come the heavies
They're gonna hit you hard so you better get ready
Oh no, here come the heavies again
Oh no, here come the heavies

I drag my feet down a long and crowded street
Talk to myself just for the company
I try my best to keep my feet from stumling
But I had to sit down on the cold cold ground
The clouds rolled in and the rain came down

Oh, no. Here come the heavies
They're gonna hit you hard so you better get ready
Oh no, here come the heavies again
Oh no, here come the heavies

Well, the sun came out with the change in the weather
It got a little warmer and I felt a little better
Knew that shitty luck wouldn't last forever
So I stood back up I was feelin' kinda rough
Gotta tell the blues, "Oh no!" "Oh no!"

Oh, no. Here come the heavies
They're gonna hit you hard so you better get ready
Oh no, here come the heavies again
Oh no, here come the heavies again