Bit by bit by grit by grace
the work tattooed across my face
little by little by penny by pound
my efforts worth measured in sound
step by step by birth by death
exhale the past with every breath
Bit by bit by grit by grace...
Yo trouble where you at?
we used to hang out half in the bag with the cat
do you remember me like I remember you?
you were the driver without a screw
wiley like an animal shaking loose
holding onto nothing but the ones and the twos
sensational like a comet burning past
illuminating everything but it won't last
Bit by bit by grit by grace
the work tattooed across my face
little by little by penny by pound
my efforts worth measured in sound
step by step by birth by death
exhale the past with every breath
Bit by bit by grit by grace...

Hey trouble where you been?
I've been looking for a city filled with sin
I keep on pounding the pavement
keep on kneading the dough
keep on kicking that dead horse
I keep moving on moulding the clay
keep on searching for that elusive source