Dang Don't hang me by your string theory By threads or by necks Or nails for that matter It makes me weary By the skim of my teeth Of your design Between yours and mine For we all tread On the thin line As we hang out to dry Skin Although We're in the thick of it You know what I mean Immortality Is made of this Heavenly bliss So I hang my head To avoid distress While shame and guilt Caress Another fine mess I should have seen coming Before me