I can't be a fixerman
Cos all I've got are broken hands
Broken feet and broken backbone too
So I leave it to the whims of fate
I'll just watch and sit and wait
Till some other man comes and takes you
You may think this is a front
A ruse to get what I want
But believe me I don't like to stay in chairs
You should try this body of mine
You'll soon learn that it's not fine
To have demons crawling in around your hair
What have I done to deserve this?
Did I deserve all the blame?
Maybe it's Fortune playing her little game
"This one too shall be lame."
I've took a liking to the knife,
The rope, the gun to end this life
But broken hands don't hear a broken will
When you threaten that you'll leave
I'll wear my heart upon my sleeve
And hope this broken heart will finally still