You lack soul- and you're hamm-ing it up There's no blis-ters on your fin-gers And you're stuck in re-verse, uh! I've got the horn and you can't get it up By the time you're turn-ing thir-ty You'll be use-less as fuck, uh! You got your plans and you're rea-dy to go But some-thing's got-ten hold- of you And you can't leave these feel-ings ex-posed You're in be-tween some-where and no-where- You don't, you won't, you can't and you ne-ver will- You would, you could, you should but you ne-ver do- You should leave- but you're lapp-ing it up You think your cup is o-ve-rflow-ing but there's real-ly a drought, uh! You got your plans and you're paw-ing the ground-- But some-thing's got-ten hold of you And you can't seem to turn this a-round-- You're in be-tween some-where and no-where- You don't, you won't, you can't and you ne-ver will- You would, you could, you should but you ne-ver do- You don't, you won't, you can't and you ne-ver will- You would, you could, you should but you ne-ver do- You got your plans and you're paw-ing the ground-- But some-thing's got-ten hold of you And you can't seem to turn this a-round-- You're in be-tween some-where and no-where You don't, you won't, you can't and you ne-ver will- You would, you could, you should but you ne-ver do- You don't, you won't, you can't and you ne-ver will- You would, you could, you should but you ne-ver do-