Let's not talk shit

Alright, let's not talk shit

Let us not beat around that bush

What the fuck have you done

With that soul of mine

Cause I still can't find it

I thought you had given it back

After you found it, after you had lost it

Because you had spent it

And wringed it in between your palms

And stamped on it with your boots of leather

And tried to stick it back together

We had a go at making it work

But now my soul is more than hurt

You what?

It's bloody in the sale at that shop?

Here's a fiver

Go please and get me it back!