Breaking Strings

One step forward, two steps back

Jill came running down the hill just to find Jack

Laying there with his head splayed out on the ground

Well, there ain't nobody there to help him around

There's a hole in the bucket I brought from the well

I found the meaning of life, but I got no one to tell

They all say they wanna help, but they never commit

‘Cause the seat of my pants are all covered in shit

Breaking strings, I'm just breaking strings

Before I get all tuned up and ready to sing

It all goes to hell, as far as I can tell

I better get used to the sting

'Cause I'm just here breaking strings

Came out feet first back when I was born

But I just can't seem to land on 'em no more

I'm down on my luck, my luck's down on me

Keep looking over my shoulder, but there's nothing to see

Breaking strings, I'm just breaking strings

Before I get all tuned up and ready to sing

It all goes to hell, as far as I can tell

I better get used to the sting

'Cause I'm just here breaking strings

Fair is foul, foul is fair

Hover through the fog and the filthy air

Breaking strings, I'm just breaking strings

Before I get all tuned up and ready to sing

It all goes to hell, as far as I can tell

I better get used to the sting

'Cause I'm just here breaking strings

Whoo hoo