Shakey heart

Well, it's a two-by-four
And it's a one two three
It's another shot at a pedigree
And at the school I chose I've got a PhD
You wanna get real close?
(you wanna get real close?)

You wanna feel it as I deal another deck
Into the wreck that you call rock'n'roll?
Well as I tool around the shed your one regret
Will be you never really lost control

Well it's a two by four
And it's a one to three
It's another shot at a pedigree
And at the school I chose I got a PhD
You wanna have some more

Cos I could fake the motion
Get blueprints for the poise
And prescriptions for the poison
Hell, I could duplicate their noise
And I could walk that weary traintrack
Where the prophets never stopped
But they're all dying of exposure
I fucking hate them worse than cops
And if you put that bullshit by me
I would smoke like it was pot
And I would ride that old caboose
Until the bearings all were shot
Cos if I didn't get around there
You know my house would come to rot
And I trust noone here to tell me
What is real and what is not

You wanna feel it as I deal another deck
Into the wreck that you call rock'n'roll?
Just pray there's room enough to house us
In that mansion on the mountain
Where our songs were sold