Listen to: Clumsy Hands by Bad Ideas
I know you never asked me to, but I sold all the better parts of you.
I sold your lungs to the drunks, but they wouldn't take your liver.
I sold your legs with a grin to the shortest bidder.
I sold your home, I sold your bones to build my keep. I stole your wine, I drank your time to help me sleep. I stole your home, I sold your bones to build my keep. I stole your wine, I drank your time...
When I found the bird that was singing, I tried to capture it for good. I broke his wings and cracked his ribs, and spoiled his lungs. Damn my clumsy hands again. God damn my clumsy hands. Damn my clumsy hands again. God damn my clumsy hands.
I know you never, you never had no proof... the parts of me you kept in salt water ever belonged to you.
I'll wage a bet, all I have left you couldn't tell... my stolen parts you kept in jars upon your shelf.
I'll wage a bet, all I have left you couldn't tell... my stolen parts you kept in jars...
When I found the bird that was singing, I tried to capture it for good. I broke his wings and cracked his ribs, and spoiled his lungs. Damn my clumsy hands again. God damn my clumsy hands. Damn my clumsy hands again. God damn my clumsy hands.