I wanna sing a song and make up your crazy Make her forget she always forgets me 'Cause she's a top of the shelf lady And I'm a low, bottom/bottle-fed baby Yeah, hatchet wound is driving me crazy And a hatchet wound is truly amaze me 'Cause she's a top of the shelf lady And I'm a low, bottom/bottle-fed baby You know a hatchet's such a seasoned opponent Can't wait to get the scars to show it Give me a chance and I'll blow it But this one's for the dead bands that know it Yeah, hatchet wound is driving me crazy And a hatchet wound is truly amaze me 'Cause she's a top of the shelf lady Let me tell ya nothing but a hatchet can save me Please don't look in my eyes Don't you to see the sun go Nope I don't want ya to nag If I can't have you tomorrow I wanna sing a song and make up your crazy Make her forget she always forgets me 'Cause she's a top of the shelf lady And I'm a low, bottom/bottle-fed baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah