Hand Me My [X] I'm [Y]! Songtext
von Will Wood and the Tapeworms

My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket in the
Deep city streets in the summer of 2012 and I never even saw her face.
My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window
Jesus in Pieces! I believe I threw a brick right through Him,
But my memory could not be saved.
It just seems unlikely that it′s me who was to blame.
So I bookmark my DSM 'cause I need to remember my place.

This is not enough!
This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom.
This is not enough!
This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom.
Gotta get to the bottom of this.
Gotta get to the bottom of this.
Gotta get to the bottom of this.Take you with me.


My soul was crushed like a tall boy underneath the
Boots on the curb and I′m still picking up my molars
And putting them back in my face.
My name was soiled by a last call spill with a
Backwash swill and the blackout killed me
Sober on impact from a fall from grace.

Take the road on higher ground and tell me "don't look down! You'll
Fall and break your back.
" But that just reminds me how there′s more to be found
Beneath the black.

This is not enough!
This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom.
This is not enough!
This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom.
Gotta get to the bottom of this.
Gotta get to the bottom of this. Gotta get to the bottom of this.
Take you with me.

Bottle, well, or barrel?
All are empty. Dug, or drank, or poured it out.
When too much is not enough there′s
Plenty more where that came from around.
Looking up we see the point of entry,
Between where we are and we've been.
Looking down I could say Heaven sent
Me. Hand me my shovel. I′m going in.


Gotta get to the bottom of this.

If it it kills me.

This is not enough!
This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom.
Credits