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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Wakefield
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