Nimble Bastard

Has it come to this?

We’re stuck in the weeds.

I get it, I’m not perfect, I was never tryin to be,

But I’m not long for this earth

If we really only ever get one chance

To burn

I gotta trip before I can see the finish…uh-huh.

How else would I learn?

I wanna know! How is it you do it?

When you land on your feet, you’re a nimble bastard!

And you don’t skip a beat!

Such a nimble bastard!

Salt of the earth

Yeah, won’t you show, lowly us, how do you

See the stars from that far down?...uh-huh.

I swing and I miss

And then come the creeps

It makes me want to faint!

I wanna know; how is it you do it?...uh-huh.

How do you spill the paint?

And then fit it into a frame?

When you land on your feet…you’re a nimble bastard!

And you don’t skip a beat…such a nimble bastard!

Salt of the earth

Yeah, won’t you show…lowly us…

How do you see the stars

From that far down? Nimble Bastard.