Muscle connects to the bone

And bone to the ire and the marrow

I wish I had a gentle mind and a spine made up of iron

Mouth connects to the teeth

And teeth to the loves and curses

Honey can you reach the spot that need oilin' and fixin'?

H-E-L-P

Help me, help me

H-E-L-P

Help me, help me

Muscle connects to the bone

And bone to the ire and the marrow

So I pretend there aren't ten strings tied to all ten of my fingers

H-E-L-P

Help me, help me

If you want we could go somewhere else

H-E-L-P, H-E-L-P

H-E-L-P, H-E-L-P