it’s too easy to tumble on [bad word] to hang on to old books on the shelf
with easy destinations, without weary knees
everybody knows what it looks like
but how does it feel

(instr.)

you give me wrongs
get you rights,
tell me everythin’ you need
but you just dont know
whatcha got

well you’re busy flippin’ papers thinkin’ over what you’re makin’
thinkin’ over what you’re not
it’s your disease of the soul
chippin’ your mind of control
well these bones are for breakin’
livin’ underneath your clothes
you got it all, you got a lot,
more than most people [bad word] to know

you give me wrongs
get you rights,
tell me everythin’ you need
but you just dont know
whatcha got

(bridge)

you give me wrongs
get you rights,
tell me everythin’ you need
but you jus don’t know
whatcha got

before the needle hits the sun
when you’re countin’ every step til the day is done
take your time, take it slow, drink your wine
well use your hands, use your eyes, hold someone

you give me wrongs
get you rights,
tell me everythin’ you need x 3
but you just don’t know
whatcha got

oh you just don’t know whatcha got
mm you just don’t know whatcha got
oh you just don’t know whatcha got