My Legs Don't Work

My legs don't work Nothin's hit but I hurt I don't want to (k)no(w) no I don't want to know why, this is no time to cast the die My legs don't work I didn't fall but it is my fault And if you ever take the blame Well I will come down all the same It's my summersault I'm standing on my hands I'm standing on my head When you let down the rope I get a glimpse of the hole slope Good thing good thing my arms work A soft pull and a slow jerk I oughta stop tumbling Sorry for my mumbling Sorry for my sorry Sorry I'm learning to stand Even though I've always known I guess my legs I didn't see Until you pointed them out to me I'm learning to stand