it ain’t the way you move your mouth
no it’s the words that come out
no it’s the words that come out

you hitched your wagon to a horse with no legs
you said you’d be better
better off dead


you hitched your wagon to a horse with no legs
you said you’d be better
better off dead
you’re polishing brass on a sinking ship

too late to look before you leap while you are falling
too late to declare armistice when you have lost
your only recourse is to commit


you have to trust me (x4)