I am your I am your I am shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done my approval
I own you, I own you I decide how you sleep And how rest You are ever
I decide you desire I deny you to think I am the mirror, constant That follows and shadows you you go
And out the light At the end of every you try Be on Be on
Always feel like you're always Always like you're always late And need more and punishment
Do not Do not Do not behind are flapping right behind you
You what's coming next As I swoop down like a owl And sink my into your back And drag you to square one again
The pain gets a little worse time Crash, crumple, crash, Do not go, do not collect Your dignity and self respect
Give up, it's Give up, it's No time to try something you like The bills were all due
You've failed, through You've failed, through
First we form our habits then they us We dress up as else every day Gingerbread houses, fireplace What tastes the witches won't let you have
These days having a Is what having a BMW used to be they're asleep Play these new age
To subliminal messages I mom, I like school I like to study, I rule
I am the teacher who yelled at you For not attention And shamed you in of the entire class And dragged you the room by the hair
is what happens to boys and girls Whose is messy Be like the others Follow
Obey what is put in of you Imagination is the sin You can't be creative the of your life Your counselor wants a with you
If you liked school, you'll love Resign yourself to a job you'll Get a hobby but keep it in the Shove into a slot
Despise your ideas your boss best We can't all do what we to do Always settle for what you're told to Do not chances you might fail
And you want to find out the hard way How our treats The The ones who make
Bad Bad Homeless Mental hospitals,
Born on the cutting room Die in the bin by the door, hypothermia of the Why do people so many useless toys In search of the perfect sitter?
For just 19.95 and thirteen minutes out of your busy day You could have the full experience of parenthood the mess of the real thing
It's Video Baby From Programming Incorporated all of the enjoyment And of the commitment
I am calendar, there is no escape I am why you're so to respect yourself I led you down garden after path With on a stick let you taste but never embrace
Peek in the wrong I slam it on your Go back, adventure is not Go back, not
I you exhausted Henpecked and Never bounty enough nerve
To out for something better Than the you call your life
The hatch of your hamster is open But guess who waits just the door Stay on your Keep running on wire wheel
in hand Money rains down just out of You'll burn out enough all part of the plan
When no longer useful You can finally To the glue factory of your at last to scratch your head Wondering what
Find how flew past you Free at to wonder what happened Free at last, I bid you
On own, to wait to die On own, to wait to die On your own, to to die On own, to wait to die