So you bail ship? Fine.
Send me a letter.
I've got your number and it's on the wire
Where I've been standing here
Trying to balance my ears
Where the rust starts to grow
And it sucks on my toes

I'm feeling low on blood sugar lately
I hope you know how bad it hurts
Trying to say
God what you have done to me
Spins me round and round and round
You make me bend over backwards down

Oh you push and persist
But you're missing the point
That's been stuck in my ass
So you roll out another joint assessment
The prognosis looks good
With my foot in your mouth
And my beef getting cured


I know you like the roll of my ride
But it's mine
You mind yours
I think you'll find your place
Don't rush or brush me off
Last call
I'm warning you...

Look out I'm low on blood sugar lately
The problem has become
Much more trouble than you're worth
I'm trying to say
What you've done to me
Spins me round and around...