Years of living, blood your string
Years of living, hand to mouth
Years just getting, gig to gig
East to west, north to south
Well he could've been making a killing
Peddling a dream
But if you found him at all
You found him just scraping a living blood to string
Sing a song for the No-Hit Wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing Shovel Me Under
Boys, it is what it is
It is what it is
Well he broke free from the way they raised him
He knows a heart is hell enough, and never full
He never sang, the music would save him
He knows never trust an Evangelical
He said, "You wanna know what true love feels like?
It's the next best thing to death
It feels like after an elbowed windpipe
Just before the next breath
Just before the next breath
So with your next breath-"
Sing a song for the No-Hit Wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing Shovel Me Under
Boys, it is what it is
It is what it is
But at night he could hear the fireworks
From his tunnel underground
And he carved himself a little crawlspace
Just to lay his body down
Just to fade out of sound
To the thunder under town
So sing a song for the No-Hit Wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing Shovel Me Under
Boys, it is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)
Years of living, blood to string
Years of living, hand to mouth
Years just getting, gig to gig
East to west, north to south
Years of living, blood to string
Years of living, hand to mouth
Years just getting, gig to gig to gig to gig
East to south
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)
It is what it is (Blood to string)