Hi to all the people that are selling me Here's one straight from the factory They've sewn my eyes up in their sockets I dip my hand into their pockets
Is there anybody there I could swear i'm not alone Show your faces if you dare Slaving platinum to bone
One big man with a good connection Takes the whole damn ship in the wrong direction I don't mind him misinterpreting me I hate it when he gets us lost out to sea
Late at night when I'm lying in bed I've got to say a prayer for my daily bread And early in the morning when i'm still asleep You sit upon your throne making grown men weep, with boredomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
