The More I Think the Deeper I Sink - The Mobile Homes

I’m a bad man

I sure am

I’ll never learn

Til I get burned

And I’m a sad man

I sure am

You’re hard to reach

From where I stand

Reach out a hand to me

It’s a cry for help you see

Reach out a hand

It’s a cry for help

The more I think, the deeper I sink

The deeper I sink, the sweeter the taste of you

And I’m a weak soul

And I’ve been told

You have to stand up

In order to shape up

But it’s all the same to you

No matter what I do

It’s all the same