[Verse 1]
[?]
Playing a game called [?]
Cursed in a child to give [?]
Comes straight from the band in me
Band in me
Such a delicate sound
He turned could turn things around
He was a little worse for the wear
A little worse for the wear
His world came to a halt
With that morning
Echoed like shots [?]
He came face to face with the bottle
Then he went all to pieces
Cracked and wailing
Such a terrible sight
He was tired
Tired and nameless
Or maybe just tired of aiming
We all need a little reanimating
Every now and then

[Chorus]
He was a little worse for the wear
A little worse for the wear
A little worse for the wear
He was a little worse for the wear

[Verse 2]
He eventually took stock and rebounded
Clipped his dead wings and edges he rounded
One deep breath
And quietly resounded
Please please no royal horses
No kingdom of men
No miracles of science
No sight of hand
We’ll pick up the pieces
And we’ll be whole again
I’ll make good on my promises
I shall make amends

[Chorus]
A little worse for the wear
A little worse for the wear
A little worse for the wear
But I’m standing up
A little worse for the wear
Skies are [?]
But I’m standing
A little worse for the wear
Knives in my back
But I’m standing
A little worse for the wear
Mud on my hands
But I’m standing
A little worse for the wear
Oh poison in my cup
But I’m standing
A little worse for the wear
Ruin in my wake
But I’m standing
A little worse for the wear
Fire in my bones
But I’m standing
A little worse for the wear
Smoke in my eyes
But I’m standing
A little worse for the wear
Blood in my veins
But I’m standing
A little worse for the wear
Oh heavy in my heart
But I’m standing
A little worse for the wear
A little worse for the wear
A little worse for the wear
A little worse for the wear
But I’m standing
I’m a little worse for the wear