the riddle that you left me stretched and straightened up my back
you see put two and two together, it’s neck or nothing in the end
I twiddle with my thumbs, through the tunnel, in the dumps
on the wheels of luck, eventually we all take turns

my head’s in a whirl but I stitch up my knees
I’ve never had no girl, I pack my bags and leave
the bridge is burned, at last I’m free with no direction

humour’s lost upon me as the rumour tossed the truth
I grew up in true trust every single soul is good
I thought we were just two rolled into one
what use to stick together when the stepping-stone is you

my head’s in a whirl but I stitch up my knees
I’ve never had no girl, I pack my bags and leave
the bridge is burned, at last I’m free with no direction

looking in the mirror I wished I’d doubled up my cheeks
sliced from ear to ear, stripped my skin, both nipples pierced
I’d be staring at someone else, without future, without past
I saw a wrinkled face, too young to make a grin