Things that you thought you'd be, shake mediocrity, you know Love's on the streets, doesn't matter where the crows don't eat When the crows don't feast, I'm hungry in the weed Click, click, pen to the track, after this baby can't go back, you know Cause if you ain't on fire, might as well have your bags by the door to go Because you're on your own, because you're on your own Because you're on your own Pull me back together Fix my broken man, make the wheels roll Make the wheels roll You're on your own You're on your own Back to the high, confirm or redesign, you know No place for a cock that thinks all on their own Just flesh and bone Just flesh and bone Pull me back together Fix my broken man, make the wheels roll Make the wheels roll Pull me back together Fix my broken man, make the wheels roll Make the wheels roll You're on your own You're on your own Fix my broken man, make the wheels roll Make the wheels roll You're on your own Pull me back together Fix my broken man, make the wheels roll Make the wheels roll Pull me back together Fix my broken man, make the wheels roll Make the wheels roll