Funky Piano Blues Rock LoFi
on the Rope
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
Arranged & produced by Mutts
You can nibble and you can gnaw
but you can never swallow it all,
and now you’ve bitten off a mouthful you can’t chew.
So you borrow, so you beg
always be a puppy humpin’ some leg,
diggin’ holes to hide the milkbones they throw you.
But who’s on top when you’re on the rope?
Only gonna drop when you’re on the rope…
Whether go-getter or a slave to snooze
everyon’e a hooker waiting to get used.
You give your money to a pimp on your TV
painting a picture of a perfect world,
but you’re a nut and he’s a fat old squirrel.
He’s gonna put you in the ground
but you’ll be no tree.
‘Cause he’s on top when you’re on the rope.
You’re only gonna drop when you’re on that rope.
Now who’s on top when you’re on the rope?
Now I’m on top and you’re on my rope…
Perfect is a lie your mother read to you at bedtime.
Structure is a pillow where our dreams never learn.
Effort turned my aspirations into pretty pictures,
just in time to watch ’em all burn.