| I’ll take you at your word |
| And as far as I can throw you |
| Leave you with the baby |
| And I hardly even know you |
| It’s gut check time for daddy |
| When it’s loaded and unlocked |
| Got to go in to press some skin |
| And leave it gleaming in the dock |
| Would you watch her for me sir? |
| I’ll have to take you at your word… |
| I read up on the stallions |
| Marked an X inside the box |
| I just want the strong one |
| Not the one who counts and talks |
| And if you roll the sleeves up on your shirt |
| I’ll take you at your word |
| Doc’s flicking at the barrel |
| With the needle to the sky |
| Got me counting backwards |
| As it sinks into my thigh |
| You said you’d cut me good |
| And I’ll have to take you at your word… |
| I trust in my abilities |
| But I want more than they offer |
| Working then gambling like the cycle of water |
| It’s harder to breathe as you’re raising the stakes |
| Move, bubble, rise, rain and evaporate |
| Not an atom left to hold me |
| Medicated on the bus |
| I’m sleeping soundly as we’re swerving |
| But the driver’s not I trust |
| C’mon Big Bopper c’mon Buddy |
| Get in the chopper |
| Hope your boots aren’t muddy |
| She’s an airworthy bird |
| I’ll have to take you at your word… |
| I trust you to be on it |
| Completely bonded and stone cold honest |
| Sure |