My shaky hands are unsteady
But it's ok cause the surgery's on me
And everywhere I see
People dropping bombs or dropping ecstasy
And I've done both
Guess my demon's got a degree
He holds my hand when I walk in shadows
And kicks me when I'm on my knees

My shaky heart is unready
But it's ok cause the love is on me
And everywhere I see
Helping-hand strangers and ignorant pharisees
And I am both
Guess my angel's got a diverse pedigree
She lets me hold the wheel in daylight
And jinxes me everytime I throw away the keys

My shaky soul needs a wedding
But it's ok cause the spirit's on me
And everywhere I see
Cheap plastic parties and celestial ceremonies
And I attend both
Guess my god's got a strange disease
It lets me make honey with the birds
And fly busted-winged with the bees