| 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 (No you just don't get it) | |
| You must hook up with me for a year round summer | |
| 'Cos 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 (No 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 'cos you're gonna go down | |
| By my own hand (By my own hand) | |
| By my own hand (By my own hand) Yeh | |
| So I'm one bad gig out of the Jason recliner | |
| One bad song and I'm back at the diner | |
| Yeh, eating your scraps, cleanin' your crap | |
| But you just don't get it (You want chips with that?) | |
| I hate your ambition, hell I even hate mine | |
| Makes me holograms and little things and water out of wine | |
| But you won, yeh hon, well fuck it I'm done | |
| And I just don't get it (No you 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) | |
| By my own hand (By my own hand) | |
| Pills for pills sake (pills for pills sake) | |
| Liquor for God sake (liquor for God sake) | |
| Your tryin' to fix a shark wound | |
| With a cotton ball, Yeh | |
| My own hand (By my own hand) | |
| My own hand (By 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 'cos I'm gonna go down | |
| By my own hand (By my own hand) | |
| By my own hand (By my own hand) Yeh | |
| Bring on the new sound |