The Yig

My head on fishing wire Wide-eyed and overcome Suspended over a pool of mud Posters, bright signs My face for size These hands hanging from the second rung It's a balancing act It's a balancing act Sprawled out on a plank Powdered the holes in my face I got a cough so I can breath Starting to move with my Chain linked limbs so tight They're screaming in pain, but willing their way The moment's over, I don't need no centerfold I just want the rope that is pulling at my haircut I just want my head back and I want clothes on I need the warmth to return to my bones Nothing to gеt ready for, I've already sеttled for I'm already out the door, I've already settled for Don't let me hit the floor Nothing to get ready for, nothing to get ready for Nothing to get ready for! It's a balancing act A balancing act It's a balancing act It's a balancing act A balancing act A balancing act A balancing act (It's a balancing act)