The Drop

Oh, I worry just about the drop

Oh, I worry just about the drop

‘Cause it’s not the fall that kills you

But, the sudden stop

Machiavelli ? on the door

The shogun dropped his chopsticks in the bowl

Oh, you might be a pastor, but you never pay the toll

I’m flippin’ from left to right

Oh, I’m flippin’ like a moth tonight

I could never ask your baby

I’ll wish for you tonight

I’ll wish for you

I worry just about the drop

I worry about the drop

‘Cause it’s not the fall that kills you

It’s that sudden stop

That sudden stop, now

Is she alligator

Yeah, she’s a crocodile

She got that ancient ?

That’s just hanging out of her smile

When she called you at the keyhole, brother

She knew it all the while

Oh, I worry just about the drop

Oh, I worry (I’m so worried, mama) about the drop

‘Cause it’s not the fall that kills you

But that sudden stop