I wanna sing a song and make up your crazy
Make her forget she always forgets me
‘Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
And I’m a low, bottom/bottle-fed baby
Yeah, hatchet wound is driving me crazy
And a hatchet wound is truly amaze me
‘Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
And I’m a low, bottom/bottle-fed baby
You know a hatchet’s such a seasoned opponent
Can’t wait to get the scars to show it
Give me a chance and I’ll blow it
But this one’s for the dead bands that know it
Yeah, hatchet wound is driving me crazy
And a hatchet wound is truly amaze me
‘Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
Let me tell ya nothing but a hatchet can save me
Please don’t look in my eyes
Don’t want you to see the sorrow
Nope I don’t want you tonight
If I can’t have you tomorrow
I wanna sing a song and make up your crazy
Make her forget she always forgets me
‘Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
And I’m a low, bottom/bottle-fed baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah