can you cut that tendon at the back of my hip
i can't run away
my bones congeal
the stakes are simple
shit and bile
but you just don't get it
you must hook up with me for a year round summer
'cause when the cold comes
you stay and sit number
but i'm sure ice would melt in your glove
and you just don't get it
and it just can't hurt any worse than before
strike a match and bolt the door
you get nothing back 'cause you're gonna go down
by my own hand
by my own hand yeah
so i'm one bad gig out of the jason recliner
one bad song and i'm back at the diner
yeah
eating your scraps
cleanin' your crap
but you just don't get it
i hate your ambition
hell i even hate mine
makes me holograms and little things and water out of wine
but you won
yeah hon
well fuck it i'm done
and i just don't get it
and it just can't hurt any worse than before
you get it now
i was nothing more
you get nothing more
you're gonna go down
by my own hand
by my own hand
pills for pills sake
liquor for god sake
your tryin' to fix a shark wound
with a cotton ball
yeah
my own hand
my own hand
so get me to the airport and throw me on a plane
do the sentimental tango and send me off again
i'll bounce right back 'cause i'm gonna go down
by my own hand
by my own hand yeah
bring on the new sound