It holds my arms down, sits upon my chest
And it don't bleed and it don't breathe
I think I'm starting to believe it all myself
It's all a lie, it's nearly dead
It waves its finger at me every night and day
It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing
And it don't rest
But hate to pay
It's in our heart, it's in our heads
If I ignore it, it gets uncomfortable
It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing
It's in our love, baby, it's in our bed
And it don't breathe and it don't bleed
Still I think she believes me, every word I say
She'll want to argue about the past
Go ask the gentlemen who play it
