Your Story

I got my hands on the wheel

I search your eyes for a seashore

Where did ya bury that golden heart?

That you snuck from my chest of booty

Fingers are a turning blue

Been pressing so hard they lock up

Cutlass will have to do

Chop chop ‘til i let go

Chop chop ‘til i let go

 

You tell me tales and I can’t believe I fell through

Hammer and nails and coffin you built for two

What use are stumps, to a man?

I been teaching myself foot guitar

Hoping for an apology

But these folk don’t bat their eyelids

Can’t even crawl on my hands and knees

The body of a broken pinata

I’m better suited for the deepest seas

Splish splash, an’ here I go

Splish splash, an’ here I go

You tell me tales and I can’t believe I fell through

Hammer and nails and coffin you built for two

You’re off your head, how sad

Your story was a beauty

You tell me tales and I can’t believe I fell through

Hammer and nails and coffin you built for two