Has it come to this? We're stuck in the weeds. I get it, I'm not perfect, I was never tryin' to be, But I'm not long for this earth If we really only ever get one chance To burn I gotta trip before I can see the finish... uh-huh. How else would I learn? I wanna know! How is it you do it? When you land on your feet, you're a nimble bastard! And you don't skip a beat! Such a nimble bastard! Salt of the earth Yeah, won't you show, lowly us, how do you See the stars from that far down?...uh-huh. I swing and I miss And then come the creeps it makes me want to faint! I wanna know; how is it you do it?...uh-huh. How do you spill the paint? And then fit it into a frame? When you land on your feet... you're a nimble bastard! And you don't skip a beat... such a nimble bastard! Salt of the earth Yeah, won't you show...lowly us... How do you see the stars From that far down? Nimble Bastard.