Slave

To an early grave

To that bed you made

Now you've got to lay down in it

Slave



Slave

See now what you've done

See what you've become

You know that I see right through it

Slave



They branded you

Too much of a good thing

Black and blue

You wear it like some ball and chain

Slave



Slave

Dig your lovers tomb

What you trying to do now

Come on, let's get down to it

Slave



Yeah they branded you

Too much of a good thing

Black and blue

You wear it like some ball and chain

Slave



(Whose shoes are you trying to fill?

Who's driving you up that hill?)



When I was young

And I must have been naive

For every word of every lie I would believe

I would still belong

To a love that's strong

And I'd be free



When I was young

And I know I was naive

For every word of every lie I would believe

I could still belong

To a love that's strong

And I'd be free



(Whose shoes are you trying to fill?

Who's driving you up that hill