Testo Not Going Anywhere Tilt
Say Iâve been to hell and back
Well you got it wrong, I never did return
Lay my head on the chopping block and
Iâll hand you the hatchet.
Strewn again from limb to limb
A slap and a tickle and a hand in the till
Between extremes is mighty grim
Iâll be free in a minute of my free will
Two on a bed gone round the bed
I laugh and writhe the more I try
My mind fell apart for you to mend
I sing to you and you reply.
Say Iâve been to hell and back
Well you got it wrong, I never did return
Lay my head on the chopping block and
Iâll hand you the hatchet.
Soon as my head hit the pillow
He took it as his cue to shake me back awake
Could have killed him bout a couple of times
By laying in wait and tearing down the drapes
If I stomp hard enough
Heâll slip in the soap and
Iâll wave good-bye as heâs circling the drain.
Iâm not going anywhere, I have way too much to lose
Even though Iâm killing myself,
Itâs no indication I wonât come through
Donât go making plans to fill my absence
Even though Iâve been gone too long
I could stamp my foot and split in two
But Iâll be whole before the dawn.