I feel crooked a-gain
At much expense to my friends
I?m pullin' on my neck
I?m pullin' my own teeth out
And when night turns to day,
I sus-pect I'll have to pay
For some mistake that was made
I hope you choke to death, ma'am
You made me spill on my shirt
Do you know who I am?
Be-neath your feet is dirt
And be-neath the dirt is me
Through a straw, I breathe