pieces of truth

the little pieces of truth

they stick around forever

i should have known about you

before we got together

but we did it

yeah we done it

i wonder what did i get myself into

with you

when i piece it together

baby

i put so many holes in you

yeah

you

little pieces of sticks

and a bucket of stones

i'm afraid i'll be leaving you all alone

but i come back around

got some pieces of truth

even though it won't make no difference to you-

yeah

you

digging trouble

with a shovel

you serve it up in so many different ways

now i got so burned that i learned

not to hear another word that you say

but we did it

yeah you done it

what the fuck did i get myself into

with you

when i piece it together baby

i put so many holes in you

digging trouble

with your shovel

you serve it up in so many different ways

now i got so burned that i learned

not to hear another word -

don't mess with the mess-around