Who will fall far behind?
Tell my love to wreck it all
And I told you to be kind
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
And you'll be owning all the fines
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be patient
And cut out all the ropes and let me fall
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
And I'll be holding all the tickets

And in the morning I'll be with you
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
And I'm breaking at the britches

Who will fight?
And I told you to be fine
Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Right in this moment this order's tall
And I told you to be patient

And then who the hell was I?
And now all your love is wasted
Who will love you?
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split
But it will be a different kind
And at the end of all your lines
And I told you to be fine
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

And I told you to be kind
And I told you to be balanced