Beat my bloody fist to a pulp Then I'll switch hands Gotta prove that I'm a worthy man Privileged to be in god's domain A monumental task So listen obey and better never ask
Good at making the call Bent over backwards Good at breaking the fall - repair me I mourn your blighted life Bent over backwards But on this we'll agree We hate people that we don't like
Control, control - control issues
Force fed until I hurt, regurgitate Indulgence is my mate Honest righteousness, public to be damned Throw in the towel and give the king a hand Can't control my choice A waver in the voice Gotta cut the ties that bind
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