I wanna sing a song and make up your crazy
Make her forget she always forgets me
‘Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
And I’m a low, bottom/bottle-fed baby

Yeah, hatchet wound is driving me crazy
And a hatchet wound is truly amaze me
‘Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
And I’m a low, bottom/bottle-fed baby

You know a hatchet’s such a seasoned opponent
Can’t wait to get the scars to show it
Give me a chance and I’ll blow it
But this one’s for the dead bands that know it

Yeah, hatchet wound is driving me crazy
And a hatchet wound is truly amaze me
‘Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
Let me tell ya nothing but a hatchet can save me

Please don’t look in my eyes
Don’t you to see the sun go
Nope I don’t want ya to nag
If I can’t have you tomorrow

I wanna sing a song and make up your crazy
Make her forget she always forgets me
‘Cause she’s a top of the shelf lady
And I’m a low, bottom/bottle-fed baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah!