Never seemed to matter too much
to nobody round here if I lived or died.
Half the body tied at the touch
while the other half feels to believe inside.
Two days, that’s your break
and then it’s back to the floor.
Not here, not now, not anymore.
Everything that’s true about you
well, I could never say that it’s true of me.
I don’t leap like child at the touch,
I don’t smile at the sun, I don’t feel to believe.
You man, you come around here,
you kick your boots on the floor.
Not here, not now, not anymore.
Four days is the limit for you,
two is the limit for me.
Four eyes that have overlooked you
while two saints enjoyed me.
Stick around my body a while
and you’ll start to feel what I feel inside.
Stick around my village awhile
and you’ll start to believe what it means to hide.
Cause first you bend
and then you break
and then it’s back to the floor.
Not here, not now, not anymore.