I don't know what to do with my body.
Clumsy along, I battle when it's time to battle and drink when it's time to drink
No sure future ahead, I sing a song.

My brain is being quartered by four horses
I'm trying to bring the kingdom come but it won't fit
It's time for action, I muster it down
And to some thing commit

If I really meant it, I'd sit and plan
And cut down weeks precisely
And I think I will,
I'll sharpen my sword.
I think it'll turn out nicely.