Frances she lost forty pounds, so what about me? Well I don't know much about anything But I know I've got to pay They never feed me, never let me watch T-V They're gonna wish they never fucked with me
Spotlight pointed in my face, what's going on? They're about to punish me for something that all of us would have done I managed to escape, but I wasn't gone for long They're holding me down, twisting my arm saying "You're the one to blame"
Still I haven't got a clue what's really on my mind If you just got off my back the truth will be easier to find
How can I say that it was I? how can I say that it was I who broke the chain? So what's with me? i'm such a mess Mr. Twistmyarm is forcing me to confess
Don't know what's come over me, don't know what popped out But I think I'm beginning to sense what this is really all about They're looking for someone like me For someone to blame, to take a fall, to take a dive For someone they can frame
Still I haven't got a clue what's really on my mind If you just got off my back the truth will be easier to find
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