All Puppet's on Satan's String's
A policeman's gun strapped to his side,
hoping to find a reason to use it.
A teacher mixes truth with lies,
children are forced to believe.
Doctor's, Lawyer's and garbage collector's alike.
Your job just bores you,you know it.
But like a nymphomaniac whose never satisfied,
still you keep trying, til it gets you nowhere.
Psychology, always trying to correct me.
I had it right the first time.
The poeple in charge just shove me aside.
"What are you doing here?!!"
God's House has been turned into a circus.
Still they cry.
Coffee or Cocaine they're both the same.
You've got no one but yourself to blame.
2007-12-03
02:06:39
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