the little pieces of truth they stick around forever i should have known about you before we got together but we did it yeah we done it i wonder what did i get myself into with you when i piece it together baby i put so many holes in you yeah you little pieces of sticks and a bucket of stones i m afraid i ll be leaving you all alone but i come back around got some pieces of truth even though it won t make no difference to you yeah you digging trouble with a shovel you serve it up in so many different ways now i got so burned that i learned not to hear another word that you say but we did it yeah you done it what the fuck did i get myself into with you but when i piece it together baby i put so many holes in you digging trouble with your shovel you serve it up in so many different ways now i got so burned that i learned not to hear another word don t mess with the mess around