You've gotta get it together
You've gotta get it together
You've gotta get it together
Oh, never!
You gotta walk like a man
You gotta talk like a man, too
You gotta hold on to the ripcord
But don't you pull it too soon
She holds on, hands on, hands on
And I'm walking and talking
Just breathe and you'll see
Just nod if you can hear me
Want to dance with you
You're falling and you can't get up
You're falling and you can't get up
You're falling
One incident, one error
You wished your hand was a gun
You say, "A little gash in the veins the wrong way"
She says she never loved you and that's beautiful, man
Here comes the anger
Here comes the hatred
Here comes the fire-red jealousy
Oh no don't do me like this
No, I never loved you
I swear on my bloody red hands
You need to help yourself inside your (inside your) head
You need to help yourself inside your (inside your) head
You need to help yourself inside your (inside your) head
You need to help yourself inside your (inside your) head
Or you will fall down with the others
But falling down's not so bad
No time for talking
Actions speak louder than words do
No time for talking
Actions speak louder than words do
No time for talking
Actions speak louder than words do
No time for talking
Actions speak louder than words do
One shot
Pain
Two shots
Pain
Three shots
And she opened the cut above my eyes
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!