The little pieces of truth
They stick around forever

I should have known about you

Before we got together
But we did it
Yeah we done it
I wonder what did I get myself into

With you

When I piece it together, baby,
I put so many holes in you

Yeah, you

Little pieces of sticks
And a bucket of stones

I'm afraid I'll be leaving you all alone

But I come back around
Got some pieces of truth

Even though it won't make no difference to you-

Yeah, you

Digging trouble

With a shovel

You serve it up in so many different ways

Now I got so burned that I learned

Not to hear another word that you say

（Guitar solo）

But we did it,
Yeah you done it,

What the fuck did I get myself into

With you

When I piece it together baby,
I put so many holes in you

（Awesome saxophone solo）

Digging trouble

With your shovel

You serve it up in so many different ways

Now I got so burned that I learned

Not to hear another word -
Don't mess with the mess-around