Those dumb drums can't hold your hand
Anymore than I would likely hold them

The cloud-crusher inside of my head
Is fine, fine, upon a girl like you

But hey now wait a minute baby let's do it all again
I don't feel comfortable with the sin

The bridge-breaker inside of your mouth
Is more than sometimes unbelievable

In hoodwinking for all of your life
Not pretty, not fine, upon a girl like me

But hey now wait a minute baby let's do it all again
I don't feel comfortable with the sin