Got a tin man’s heart don’t you go and carve it out of wood

I paid a monk and minister gave ‘em all that I could

And it was good!

But you kept saying it was no good

Knew that you would

Like the prophecy said that you would

At times I regress

And act like I’m twenty-two

I struggle with success

That’s what I do that’s what I do

That’s what I do

Do you struggle too?

Tell me true

How about you?

Do you ever think about what you’re about to do?

I can’t

Hang on to you

Cause I’ve been placed in your oven

And cooking through

And my greatest fears are being realized

I’ve been marinated and tenderized

But my vitals are on the baseline

And I feel good!

Never mind

All that silicone

We get disconnected

On the dial tone

One of a billion disconnections you deduce

Beats for the demon

Beats for the girl

Beats for the bow and the spin and the twirl

I know

I get lucky

When they turn me loose

What if Son of Sam got reviewed on Yelp

No one would ever know his name if he reached out for help

Got the Gruner veltliner save me a belt

Anesthetize those feelings you felt

Hearts will melt

You can’t re-deal what’s been dealt

This is hell!

Where the demons dwell, now can’t you tell