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

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

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 that you say

Don't mess with the mess-around