[Intro: lightning crack, organ stab, drum machine kicks in] [Spoken: low male, an old lab tape] Thunder. Table. Twelve thousand volts. Up [Hook: booming gravel male MC] I'm a piece of work, I'm a piece of work Every piece of me was somebody's, dug up out the dirt Doc took one look at me and took off runnin' for the church Stitched up, lit up, first man ever kicked his way out of a hearse [Verse 1: booming gravel male MC, cocky] Left hand off a card shark, I can palm the ace you're holdin' Right hand off a deacon, so I pray for what I'm foldin' Legs off a mailman, rain or snow, I never miss a door Lungs off an auctioneer, that's why I talk like this, who'll give me more? Teeth off a debt collector, so you know they don't let go Eyes off a night watchman, they don't close, they only glow Heart off a drummer in a basement club, it never lost the pocket Doc hit the switch, it counted off four and kicked out of the socket Every scar on me's a zipper, every zipper hides a name Every name had a mama, now they all go by the same [Hook: booming gravel male MC] I'm a piece of work, I'm a piece of work Every piece of me was somebody's, dug up out the dirt Doc took one look at me and took off runnin' for the church Stitched up, lit up, first man ever kicked his way out of a hearse [Verse 2: faster, organ stabs on every bar] Doc dug me up in pieces from the yard behind the chapel Sewed me up by lantern light with fishin' line and a staple Scalp off a barber, so my lineup never slip Tongue off a liar, so whatever I say, you sip Nose off a bloodhound, I can smell what you hid in the crawlspace Back off a furniture mover, I can carry your whole family out your place Spine off a tightrope walker, so I never lean Stomach off a sword swallower, I eat steel and wipe it clean Every part I got remembers who it used to be Every night the pieces argue, and the loudest one is me [Bridge: spoken, Doc on a lab tape, electro bass and lightning only] Day two. Subject has opinions Day three. Subject will not stop talking Day four. Subject has asked for a mirror and a microphone Day five. I am leaving the key under the mat God help the town [Verse 3: booming gravel male MC, electro bass doubles] Every year the town comes up the hill with torches and a speech I'm on the roof holdin' a lightning rod, the only thing in reach You want me back in the ground? Which piece, motherfucker? Name the grave Thirty bodies in one coat, and every one of 'em misbehave Doc called me a monster. I said, "Doc, be specific I'm thirty monsters in a trench coat. Plural. Make it official" [Final Hook: booming gravel male MC, organ stabs wild] I'm a piece of work, I'm a piece of work Thirty dead men in one coat, ringin' doorbells for dessert Doc took one look at me and took off runnin' for the church Stitched up, lit up, first man ever kicked his way out of a hearse [Outro: one lightning crack, drum machine cuts] [End]
