Incompetent

I couldn't do what they asked of me So I cut off my hands Yeah, I cut off my hands Ripped up some muscle To build some new tissue To meet my demands Yeah, to meet my demands Ain't got no space In a crowded place, yeah It ain't got no space Yeah, it's gone without a trace, yeah So tip me over and pour me out Show me what your bong water's all about Sometimes I think That I'm made up of worms, yeah Takes a toll to admit That I'm full of dirt, yeah Well that's okay Ra-ah-aah A-R-G-E-N-T-I-N-A Up on your feet, and then Down on your back For a day Sometimes I think That I'm made up of worms, yeah Takes a toll to admit That I'm full of dirt, yeah Well that's okay Ra-ah-aah