Lyrics

Mess of Things
Three golden balls above my head
A penny for a spool of thread
St. Nicholas are you feeling generous
A penny for a little angel dust
I've made a mess of things
I've pawned my bees and I've pawned their stingers
The rings got pawned along with my fingers
And what would you give me for this fancy guitar
It was my brothers and this is his VCR
I've made a mess of things
What will you give me for my Mom's husband's guns
What will you give to watch a man come undone
I tell myself whatever it takes
To deny I feel the ground beneath me shake
I've made a mess of things