Throw

I can't find a stand to take to or from the road to ruin Sure I've got the sense to make a record of my own undoing I should like to mention, a friend or some relation I can throw you farther, then you can trust me, son I go back from time to time to indeces and empty schools All now are dull sublime, all were then my golden rules But you know I'm lying, I'm just sick and tired of trying You could throw a party and maybe I'll be there Get me out of here Let me show you my arms I prefer the water's edge, seven locks and three cliffs bay No allegiance left to pledge more than that I could say I was never better, life before the letter They can throw me comfort crumbs but they can't bake the cake Get me out of here Let me show you my arms Get me out of here Let me show you my arms Get me out of here Let me show you my arms ...