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Hand Me My [X] I’m [Y]! - Live Will Wood and the Tapeworms
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Hand Me My [X] I’m [Y]! - Live" by Will Wood and the Tapeworms. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Verse 1]
My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket in the
Deep city streets in the summer of 2012
And I never even saw her face
My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window
Jesus in pieces, I believe I threw a brick right through Him
But my memory could not be saved
[Pre-Chorus]
It just seems unlikely that it’s me who was to blame
So I bookmark my DSM ‘cause I need to remember my place
[Chorus]
This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
[Verse 2]
My soul was crushed like a tall boy underneath the
Boots on the curb, and I’m still picking up my molars
And putting them back in my face
My name was soiled by a last call spill with a
Backwash swill and the blackout killed me
Sober on impact from a fall from grace
My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket in the
Deep city streets in the summer of 2012
And I never even saw her face
My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window
Jesus in pieces, I believe I threw a brick right through Him
But my memory could not be saved
[Pre-Chorus]
It just seems unlikely that it’s me who was to blame
So I bookmark my DSM ‘cause I need to remember my place
[Chorus]
This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Gotta get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
[Verse 2]
My soul was crushed like a tall boy underneath the
Boots on the curb, and I’m still picking up my molars
And putting them back in my face
My name was soiled by a last call spill with a
Backwash swill and the blackout killed me
Sober on impact from a fall from grace
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