Well, I'm fishing for sharks
In a dangerous time
With red steaks sewn to my chest
And the comfort of lovers
Soak up my fear
And I know I must do my best
But there's part of me that might suggest
That the fear is in a pocket in my vest
If I just reach in, I'll pa** this test
But with all my foes asunder
And all this testing over
I've been dealt a blow
An awful mess
That your heart is a pawn shop at best
And you profit pawning secrets from your guest
Well, I'm stopping for gas
In a town called Middle
I just left Beginning to no end
When I drive off again
Please don't play your fiddle
Until I have rounded the bend
But such revelries don't mean to offend
I'm looking for a needle to mend
The shark-torn shirt on my back
Oh, my friend
So with all my foes asunder
And all this testing over
I've been dealt a blow
An awful mess
That your heart is a pawn shop at best
And you profit pawning secrets from your guest