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 the curses
 Honey, can you reach that spot
 That needs oiling and fixing?

 H-E-L-P
 Help me, help me
 H-E-L-P
 Help me, help me

 Muscle connects to the bone
 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