I am clock I am your I am your shotgun mechanical Nothing is without my approval
I own you, I own you I decide how long you And how rest You are allowed
I decide you desire I you time to think I am the mirror, constant That and shadows you wherever you go
And blocks out the At the end of every you try Be on Be on
Always like you're always late feel like you're always late And need scolding and punishment
Do not Do not Do not fall Wings are flapping right you
You what's coming next As I swoop down like a owl And sink my talons into your And drag you to square one again
The gets a little worse every time Crash, crumple, crash, Do not go, do not collect Your dignity and your respect
Give up, over up, it's over No time allowed to try something you The bills all due yesterday
You've failed, you're You've failed, through
First we form our habits then they us We dress up as else every day Gingerbread houses, fireplace tastes best the witches won't let you have
These having a baby Is like what having a BMW to be While they're these new age cassettes
To transmit subliminal I like mom, I school I like to study, I rule
I am the school who yelled at you For not paying And shamed you in front of the class And dragged you the room by the hair
This is happens to boys and girls Whose is messy Be neat like the Follow
Obey what is put in of you Imagination is the sin You be creative the rest of your life Your counselor wants a word you
If you liked school, you'll work Resign to a job you'll hate Get a but keep it in the garage Shove yourself a slot
Despise ideas your boss knows best We can't all do we want to do Always settle for what you're to expect Do not chances you might fail
And you don't want to out the hard way How our society The The ones who mistakes
Bad Bad depression Mental hospitals,
on the cutting 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 minutes out of your day You could have the rich experience of parenthood Without the mess of the thing
It's called Video Creative Programming Incorporated Offering all of the And none of the
I am calendar, there is no escape I am why you're so to respect yourself I led you down garden path path With carrots on a I'll let you but never embrace
in the wrong door I slam it on your Go back, is not allowed Go back, not
I leave you and afraid Never bounty Never nerve
To out for something better Than the you call your life
The hatch of your hamster cage is But guess who waits outside the door Stay on treadmill Keep running on that wire
in hand Money down just out of reach You'll out soon enough It's all part of the
you're no longer useful You can retire To the glue factory of choice at last to scratch your head Wondering what
Find how flew Right you Free at last to what happened Free at last, I bid you
On your own, to to die On your own, to to die On own, to wait to die On your own, to to die