Shaky hands
shaky prose
knocked down with a fire hose
hard to change
hard to resist
hard to look and not get pissed
shaky morals
fading fast
tempted by a rich repast
double mind
forked tongue
in between not old not young
look at me
on shaky stilts
patchwork mental crazy quilts
Shaky hands
Steady heart
not just any young upstart
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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