Yardsailing      Hey pal, take this piece of my, my   (Take this piece of my, my back string)   Leaving, sailing, flying   (Hating, Hey pal, fateful, good sad)      You got the capacity and you’re so fucking lucky   Living up above the street; you’re so fucking lucky   All your hair and bones and teeth, and you’re so fucking lucky   Jesus Christ I wanna meet; you’re so fuckin lucky      Smoke, coughing, smoking, poking   (Smoke, coughing, smoke, poking)   Hey pal, good sad, for reach out   (Make it last, it won’t set sailing)      You got the capacity, and you’re so fucking lucky   Living high above the street; you’re so fucking lucky      Cut your chances nearly in half   I’m shut out of many good things      You take a little when you can; you’re so fucking lucky   Jesus Christ, a perfect plan (man); you’re so fucking lucky