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

But we did it,
Yeah you done it,
What the fuck did i get myself into
with you
When i piece it together baby,
I put so many holes in you

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