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



Can't get grounded