Will Wood and the Tapeworms - Hand Me My [X] I’m [Y]! (Live) lyrics
[Will Wood and the Tapeworms - Hand Me My [X] I’m [Y]! Live lyrics]
My heart was stolen by a
Blind pickpocket in the
Deep city streets in the summer of 2012
And I never even saw her face
My dreams were shattered like a
Stained glass window jesus in pieces
I believe I threw a brick right through Him
But my memory could not be saved
It just seems unlikely that it’s
Me who was to blame
So I bookmark my DSM ‘cause I
Need to remember my place
This is not enough
This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough
This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a
Tall boy underneath the boots on the curb
And I’m still picking up my molars
And putting them back in my face
My name was soiled by a
Last call spill with a
Backwash swill and the blackout killed me
Sober on impact from a fall from grace
Take the road on higher ground and tell me
"Don’t look down
You’ll fall and break your back"
But that just reminds me how
There’s more to be found beneath the black
This is not enough
This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough
This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty
Dug, or drank, or poured it out
When too much is not enough
There’s plenty more where that
Came from around
Looking up we see the point of entry
Between where we are and we’ve been
Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me
Hand me my shovel, I’m going in
Looking up we see the point of entry
Between where we are and we’ve been
Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me
Hand me my shovel, I’m going in
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
If it it kills me
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
This is not enough, this is not enough
Not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough
Not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
"Take it away, creeps"
This is not enough, this is not enough
Not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough
Not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Blind pickpocket in the
Deep city streets in the summer of 2012
And I never even saw her face
My dreams were shattered like a
Stained glass window jesus in pieces
I believe I threw a brick right through Him
But my memory could not be saved
It just seems unlikely that it’s
Me who was to blame
So I bookmark my DSM ‘cause I
Need to remember my place
This is not enough
This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough
This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a
Tall boy underneath the boots on the curb
And I’m still picking up my molars
And putting them back in my face
My name was soiled by a
Last call spill with a
Backwash swill and the blackout killed me
Sober on impact from a fall from grace
Take the road on higher ground and tell me
"Don’t look down
You’ll fall and break your back"
But that just reminds me how
There’s more to be found beneath the black
This is not enough
This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough
This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty
Dug, or drank, or poured it out
When too much is not enough
There’s plenty more where that
Came from around
Looking up we see the point of entry
Between where we are and we’ve been
Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me
Hand me my shovel, I’m going in
Looking up we see the point of entry
Between where we are and we’ve been
Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me
Hand me my shovel, I’m going in
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
If it it kills me
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
This is not enough, this is not enough
Not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough
Not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
"Take it away, creeps"
This is not enough, this is not enough
Not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough
Not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom