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
