Across The Board

Somebody aimed you when you were young
But nobody ever fired
Now you just sit there inside the gun
Bullet you’re getting old and tired
If you want out — get out and get it all
I mean a fair trial is no trial at all
You’re not guilty you can’t even move without
A human hand
You can’t cock yourself woman
You need a man
All the way you need him
All the way
All the way across the floor
Across the board
The man’s only got one finger
He doesn’t need anymore
He makes his way one prong down
All the way
All the way
All the way across the floor
Seven inches of pleasure
Seven inches going home
Somebody must have measured
All the way down the old bone
All the way
All the way
All the way
Down the old bone