Well it's not what you think
But it is that thought which brought you into this web
Full of bees

Found you in the glue and began their stinging

Who could have guessed you'd be out on a stretcher

After your home stretch
All popped and bruised
And still you heal at least till it fits through


They trust you just to your own feet
And keep you here for a whole week

Cause you're acting strap-down crazy
They keep you here for a whole week


The state house is a trafficked spot
You kick your dirty feet upon; that web
With all those bees

Got your poor legs sticky; oh what a bad scene

Who could have guessed

You'd be down for a spell; blood out on a new bed
Figured you know
I would put the kid in me and wouldn't let him go


Trust me just to my own feet
And keep me up for a whole week

Baby, you feel so crazy
You keep me up for a whole week


(Strap down and belts off
Please take the ties up)


They trust you to your own feet
And keep you there for a whole week
If I don't think that you're crazy

Do I not think?