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)