Well I'm stickin with the subtletynTheir all cover in these linesnWhen the most we can make of itnWhen you don't get enough time, to speaknIts not worth keepin upnAnd its barely worth the heartnAnd the way that you say these thingsnThats whats keepin you so hard to pleasennIf I recall what we expect from thisnThen the name would make its sensenBut theres something in the roomnAnd they'll be calling out your namenIts not what you were singin nThat keeps stinkin in my headnIts axe against the chainnAnd the company you lednnPardon menIts exactly what you had planned out for menEver still just to catch up with historynAnd so sweetlynnnn