Violin

Four strings across the bridge, Ready to carry me over, Over the quavers, drunk in the bars, Out of the realm of the orchestra, Out of the realm of the orchestra. Filling me up with the shivers. Filling me up with the shivers and quivers. Filling me

Lately I, I've been heading for a breakdown Every time I leave my house Well, it feels just like a shakedown Between the street sweepers And the pushers and the lawyers Who may as well be butchers Between the small timin' hustlers who all Seem to fee