Muscle connects to the bone

And bone to the ire and the marrow

I wish I had a gentle mind

And a spine made up of iron.

Mouth connects to the teeth

And teeth to the loves and curses

Honey can you reach the spot

That need oilin' and fixin'?

H-e-l-p

Help me, help me

H-e-l-p

Help me, help me.

Muscle connects to the bone

And bone to the ire and the marrow

So I pretend there aren't ten strings

Tied to all ten of my fingers.

H-e-l-p

Help me, help me

If you want we could go somewhere else.

H-e-l-p

H-e-l-p

H-e-l-p

H-e-l-p...