One step forward, two steps back

Jill came runnin’ down the hill just to find Jack

Laying there with his head splayed out on the ground

When there ain't nobody there to help him around

There's a hole in the bucket I brought from the wellt

I found the meaning of life but I got no one to tell

They all say they wanna help but never commit

‘Cause the seat of my pants are all covered in shit

Breaking strings, I'm just breaking strings

Before I get all tuned up and ready to sing

It all goes to hell as far as I can tell

I better get used to the sting cause I'm just here breaking strings

I was born feet first back when I was born

But I just can't seem to land on 'em no more

I'm down on my luck, my lucks down on me

I keep looking over my shoulder but there's nothin' to see

Fair is foul, foul is fair

Hover through the fog and the filthy air