By My Own Hand - You Am I

Can you cut that tendon at the back of my hip
I can't run away my bones congeal
The stakes are simple s**t and bile
But you just don't get it
No you just don't get it
You must hook up with me for a year round summer
'Cos when the cold comes you stay and sit number
But I'm sure ice would melt in your glove
And you just don't get it
No you just don't get it
And it just can't hurt any worse than before
Strike a match and bolt the door
You get nothing back 'cos you're gonna go down
By my own hand
By my own hand
By my own hand
By my own hand
Yeh
So I'm one bad gig out of the Jason recliner
One bad song and I'm back at the diner
Yeh eating your scraps cleanin' your crap
But you just don't get it
You want chips with that
I hate your ambition hell I even hate mine
Makes me holograms and little things and water out of wine
But you won yeh hon well f**k it I'm done
And I just don't get it
No you just don't get it
And it just can't hurt any worse than before
You get it now I was nothing more
You get nothing more you're gonna go down
By my own hand
By my own hand
By my own hand
By my own hand
Pills for pills sake
Pills for pills sake
Liquor for God sake
Liquor for God sake
Your tryin' to fix a shark wound
With a cotton ball Yeh
My own hand
By my own hand
My own hand
By my own hand
So get me to the airport and throw me on a plane
Do the sentimental tango and send me off again
I'll bounce right back 'cos I'm gonna go down
By my own hand
By my own hand
By my own hand
By my own hand
Yeh
Bring on the new sound