Guts

One, two, three

Start living like you're a dead man
Your neck is broke with a twist
You're as weak as anyone
Who has a delicate wrist
The devil's up on your shoulder
He's always riding your rear
Too many days, weeks, months
You've been listening for years

You have an eye that flies just like a satellite
You can't see clearly when you've got a broken mind
Go grab your guts and maybe you can grow a spine
Get with the times or you'll get left behind

You're fifty coming on sixty
You've still got nothing to say
You just repeat, peat, peat
Saying: Back in my day
You can't tell anybody
When you've got nowhere to run
When you start thinking like you do
That's where it all goes wrong

You have an eye that flies just like a satellite
You can't see clearly when you've got a broken mind
Go grab your guts and maybe you can grow a spine
Get with the times or you'll get left behind

You settle down
'Cause we're all fucking crazy
Let it all out
'Cause shit can get too heavy
If you can't
No you can't so

You have an eye that flies just like a satellite
You can't see clearly when you've got a broken mind
Go grab your guts and maybe you can grow a spine
Get with the times or you'll get left behind