Breaking Strings - Live

One step forward, two steps back
Jail came runnin' down the hill just to find Jack
Layin' there with his head straight out on the ground
While there ain't nobody there to help him around

There's a hole in the bucket I brought from the well
I found the meaning of life, but I got no one to tell
They all say they wanna help, but they never commit
'Cause the seat of my pants they're all covered in it

Breakin' strings, just breakin' strings
Before I get all tuned up and ready to sing
Goes to hell, as far as I can tell
Better get used to the sting 'cause I'm just here breakin' strings

I came out feet first back when I was born
But I just can't seem to land on 'em no more
I'm down on my luck, my luck's down on me
Keep lookin' over my shoulder, but there's nothin' to see

Breakin' strings, just breakin' strings
Before I get all tuned up and ready to sing
Goes to hell, as far as I can tell
Better get used to the sting 'cause I'm just here breakin' strings

Fair is foul and foul is fair
Up through the fog and the filthy air

Breakin' strings, just breakin' strings
Before I get all tuned up and ready to sing
Goes to hell, as far as I can tell
Better get used to the sting 'cause I'm just here breakin' strings