Muscle connects to the bone And bone to the ire and the marrow I wish I had a gentle mind And a spine made up of iron Mouth connects to the teeth And teeth to the loves and curses Honey can you reach the spot That need oilin' and fixin'? H-E-L-P Help me, help me H-E-L-P Help me, help me Muscle connects to the bone And bone to the ire and the marrow So I pretend there aren't ten strings Tied to all ten of my fingers H-E-L-P Help me, help me If you want we could go somewhere else H-E-L-P H-E-L-P H-E-L-P H-E-L-P