I got my calling 16 years old I saw no angel Like that old story told I was born With a heavy foot No shoulders to cry on But I can get you the goods Oh how I hate the sound Of your heart when it breaks It's getting harder baby, harder to take When I leave you my hands they shake I've got 44 calls to make I've got 44 calls to make I've got 88 grams to shake I've got 22 bones to break Oh I've got 44 calls to make Teenage girls screw their heads Just to have a look Little scraps of glory For a small time crook Oh find me a cure For my racing mind I want just want sleep But my phone rings all the time Oh how I hate the sound Of your when heart it breaks It's getting harder baby, so much harder to take I don't wanna leave you baby, see my hands shake I've got 44 calls to make I've got 44 calls to make I've got 88 grams to shake I've got 22 bones to break Oh I've got 44 calls to make I think the Gospel Is happening here tonight I saw a big fat shooting star Like in the Book of James, burning bright Or maybe it was headlights heading my way Oh I've got 44 calls to make I've got 44 calls to make I've got 88 grams to shake I've got 22 bones to break Oh I've got 44 calls to make