Breaking Strings

One step forward, two steps back Jill came runnin' down the hill just to find Jack Laying there with his head splayed out on the ground When 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 For 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 Eh, my feet faced back when I was born But I just can't seem to land on them no more I'm down on my luck, my lucks down on me Keep looking over my shoulder, but there's nothin' to see Breaking strings, I'm just breaking strings For 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 For 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 Ooh-ooh