Stab

Make it a time, make it anytime Make sure that it's not the only kind that others find I've got a mind, I've got half a mind To shut down the whole system at the spine with fishing line I'm really glad there's a grasp to grab It's only a stab in a wet paper bag, is that so bad? I wrote a song, it was slow and long I wrote the words and the music wrong but life goes on And on and on and on and on and on and on...