From the Album: Reality Vs. The Optimist
My mother said you were
A body in the rain
A rotting corpse right in the gallows
I want to take you home
I want to play dress up
I want to show you off
Oh, oh!
I tried some puppeting
I used some rope and string
Nothing could make you dance like how you used to
I admit I flipped out
Tossed your bones about
How your soul came down
You taught me
You told me secrets
How we're fed chemicals by diabolicals
Tiny little shits in suits who do not give a f*ck
And when our bodies fail
Guess who will have pills to sell
Those tiny little shits in suits who do not give a f*ck
We're force-fed chemicals by diabolicals
Tiny little shits in suits who do not give a f*ck
When our bodies fail
Guess who will have pills to sell
Those tiny little shits in suits whom do not give a...
Do not give a...
Do not give a...
Do not give a!!!
[Thanks to fayiirah for adding these lyrics]