The little pieces of truth
They stick around forever
I should have known about you

Before we got together

But we did it

Yeah we done it
I wonder what did I get myself into
With you

When I piece it together, baby,
I put so many holes in you
Yeah, you


Little pieces of sticks
And a bucket of stones

I'm afraid I'll be leaving you all alone
But I come back around
Got some pieces of truth

Even though it won't make no difference to you-
Yeah, you


Digging trouble
With a shovel
You serve it up in so many different ways

Now I got so burned that I learned
Not to hear another word that you say


(Guitar solo)

But we did it,

Yeah you done it,
What the $#&@ did I get myself into
With you

When I piece it together baby,
I put so many holes in you


(Awesome saxophone solo)

Digging trouble

With your shovel
You serve it up in so many different ways
Now I got so burned that I learned

Not to hear another word -

Don't mess with the mess-around