with your hands to the ground
and the laundry on lines
and by dolby surrounded
cover holes that you found
so we know it's a mess
fadin at last
is it worth all the fuss
'till you don't even guess
you know I don't mind you're fadin'
or putting stones on stones
I ain't happy degrading
but it's better then breaking my bones
with your head down low
and your eyes fade slow
you can use or abuse me
or refuse or infuse me
you know I see sounds parading
mesmorizing trones
I ain't happy to be degrading
but it's better then breaking my bones
keep your hands to the wheel
and the dog in the trunk
let 'm bark at your heels
and if I bite you bite
now we're bones
I don't think that's worth it
I don't think that at all
something is overrated
nothing better than breakin' my bones
I don't mind you 're fadin'
or putting stones on stones
I ain't happy degrading
but it's better then breaking my bones
not the clock but the tick
not the cock but the dick