I’m jumpy lumpy

Something’s run me honest

What it was, what it is

Isn’t all that I meant

Someone’s got to pull it over on them

Pulling weight, pulling sleeve

‘Til it’s all you’ve got left

Keep bumping shoulders

Talking numbers on it

Feeling heat, making waves

From the blood on your lip

Won’t you slide it quietly in my hand

Any time, any place

Any shape that I am

Keep betting seven

Burning lead in your frame

You wanna take in the lights

But you’re moving two lane

Psychic static all that gravity high

It can’t keep you down

Couldn’t change if you tried