I’ve been down so god damn long, that everything looks up to me They crawl all over me
I’m out on loan
On my back without a bone
Eat your words man
Eat your heart out
Bloods in your hands
Eat your heart out
Because the baby’s at 16 weeks it just started kicking, Ain’t that cool?
The lights are still on at Ballville, maybe I should go and cut that lawn
I’m at your beck and your call, your call
I’m at your beck and your
Every time I deliver the goods again, I don’t know why I do
But I keep crawling back, crawling back I keep hanging on
I just keep crawling back, crawling back I’m always hanging on
La’s