I am clock I am religion I am your shotgun bride Nothing is done my approval
I own you, I own you I decide how you sleep And how much You are allowed
I what you desire I deny you to think I am the mirror, humiliation follows and shadows you wherever you go
And out the light At the end of tunnel you try Be on Be on
Always like you're always late feel like you're always late And need more and punishment
Do not Do not Do not fall Wings are flapping behind you
You know what's next As I down like a hungry owl And sink my talons into back And drag you to square one again
The pain a little worse every time Crash, crumple, crash, Do not pass go, do not dignity and your self respect
Give up, it's Give up, it's No time allowed to try something you The were all due yesterday
You've failed, you're You've failed, you're
First we form our then they form us We dress up as someone else day Gingerbread houses, fireplace What tastes the witches won't let you have
These days having a Is like having a BMW used to be While asleep Play new age cassettes
To transmit subliminal I like mom, I school I like to study, I rule
I am the teacher who yelled at you For not paying And shamed you in of the entire class And you around the room by the hair
This is what happens to and girls Whose is messy Be like the others Follow
what is put in front of you Imagination is the sin You can't be creative the rest of life Your counselor a word with you
If you liked school, love work Resign yourself to a job hate Get a hobby but keep it in the Shove into a slot
Despise ideas your boss knows best We can't all do we want to do settle for what you're told to expect Do not take you might fail
And you don't to find out the hard way How our society The The ones who mistakes
Bad Bad Homeless Mental hospitals,
Born on the room floor Die in the bin by the door, of the spirit Why do people chase so useless toys In search of the baby sitter?
For just 19.95 and just thirteen out of your busy day You could have the full rich of parenthood Without the mess of the thing
It's Video Baby From Creative Programming all of the enjoyment And of the commitment
I am your calendar, is no escape I am why you're so to respect yourself I led you down garden path after With carrots on a I'll let you taste but embrace
Peek in the wrong I slam it on your Go back, adventure is not Go back, not
I you exhausted and afraid Never bounty Never nerve
To out for something better the grind you call your life
The of your hamster cage is open But guess who just outside the door Stay on treadmill Keep on that wire wheel
in hand Money rains just out of reach burn out soon enough It's all part of the
you're no longer useful You can finally To the glue of your choice Free at last to scratch your Wondering happened
Find how flew past you Free at last to what happened Free at last, I bid you
On own, to wait to die On own, to wait to die On own, to wait to die On own, to wait to die