I am your I am your I am shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done my approval
I own you, I own you I how long you sleep And how much You are allowed
I decide you desire I deny you time to I am the mirror, constant That follows and shadows you you go
And out the light At the end of tunnel you try Be on Be on
Always feel like always late Always feel you're always late And need scolding and punishment
Do not Do not Do not fall Wings are flapping behind you
You know coming next As I swoop down a hungry owl And sink my talons into your And drag you back to square one
The gets a little worse every time Crash, crumple, crash, Do not go, do not collect Your and your self respect
Give up, it's Give up, over No allowed to try something you like The bills all due yesterday
You've failed, you're failed, you're through
First we form our habits then they us We up as someone else every day Gingerbread houses, surprises What tastes the witches won't let you have
These days having a Is like what having a BMW to be While they're Play new age cassettes
To transmit subliminal I like mom, I like I like to study, I like
I am the school teacher who at you For not paying And shamed you in front of the entire And dragged you around the room by the
is what happens to boys and girls Whose is messy Be like the others orders
Obey is put in front of you is the ultimate sin You can't be the rest of your life Your counselor a word with you
If you liked school, love work Resign to a job you'll hate Get a hobby but keep it in the Shove yourself into a
Despise ideas your boss knows best We can't all do what we to do Always for what you're told to expect Do not take chances you might
And you don't want to find out the way How our treats The The who make mistakes
Bad Bad Homeless hospitals, murder
Born on the cutting floor Die in the bin by the door, hypothermia of the Why do people chase so many toys In search of the baby sitter?
For just 19.95 and just minutes out of your busy day You could have the full rich of parenthood the mess of the real thing
It's called Video From Creative Programming all of the enjoyment 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 on a stick I'll let you but never embrace
Peek in the door I slam it on fingers Go back, adventure is not Go back, not
I leave you Henpecked and enough bounty Never enough
To reach out for something the grind you call your life
The of your hamster cage is open But guess who waits just the door Stay on treadmill Keep running on that wheel
in hand Money rains down out of reach You'll out soon enough It's all of the plan
When no longer useful You can retire To the glue of your choice Free at last to scratch your what happened
Find how time past you Free at to wonder what happened at last, I bid you goodbye
On your own, to to die On own, to wait to die On own, to wait to die On own, to wait to die