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