Well I'm slack-jawed and jaded
Right flush with the ground
You brought a bag of hammers
To pound me down
Oh, St. Thomas, won't you answer me?
'Cause this time I've never needed you more
This assault that she's been waging here
Has knocked me right down to the floor
Well I'm slack-jawed and jaded
Right flush with the ground
You brought a bag of hammers
To pound me down
And your spiteful tongue is stinging
I am spellbound
You brought a bag of hammers
To pound me down
Oh, St. Thomas, won't you answer me?
'Cause this time I've never needed you more
For this defense that I've been raising here
Is surely nothing less than poor
You're bringing me down, down, down
All the way down, down, down
You're bringing me down, down, down