Breaking Strings

One step forward, two steps back
Jill came runnin’ down the hill just to find Jack
Laying there with his head splayed out on the ground
When there ain't nobody there to help him around

There's a hole in the bucket I brought from the wellt
I found the meaning of life but I got no one to tell
They all say they wanna help but never commit
‘Cause the seat of my pants are all covered in shit

Breaking strings, I'm just breaking strings
Before I get all tuned up and ready to sing
It all goes to hell as far as I can tell
I better get used to the sting cause I'm just here breaking strings

I was born feet first back when I was born
But I just can't seem to land on 'em no more
I'm down on my luck, my lucks down on me
I keep looking over my shoulder but there's nothin' to see

Fair is foul, foul is fair
Hover through the fog and the filthy air