Music, it can take you by the hand. Crush your fingers so you know who’s boss; let you know you’ve got a pardner in this weary world; press your palm to your chest to feel your heart beating and remind you you’re still alive.
Music, it can take you by the scruff. Drag you to water and make your ass drink; drag you to the bar and make your ass drink; drag you to God and make your ass drink.
It’ll leave scars just like your father; put you to bed just like your mother; tear little chunks off just like your first dead pet.
Music’ll fuck you up.