I am your I am your I am your shotgun bride Nothing is without my approval
I own you, I own you I decide how you sleep And how much You are ever
I what you desire I deny you time to I am the mirror, humiliation That follows and shadows you you go
And out the light At the end of tunnel you try Be on Be on
feel like you're always late Always feel like you're always And more scolding and punishment
Do not Do not Do not fall Wings are flapping behind you
You know what's next As I swoop down a hungry owl And sink my talons into your And drag you back to square one
The pain gets a little worse every Crash, crumple, crash, Do not pass go, do not Your dignity and your self
up, it's over Give up, it's No time allowed to try something you The bills all due yesterday
You've failed, through You've failed, you're
First we our habits then they form us We dress up as someone every day houses, fireplace surprises What tastes best the witches let you have
These days a baby Is like what a BMW used to be they're asleep Play new age cassettes
To subliminal messages I mom, I like school I to study, I like rule
I am the teacher who yelled at you For not attention And shamed you in front of the entire And dragged you around the by the hair
This is what happens to and girls Whose is messy Be neat the others orders
Obey what is put in of you Imagination is the sin You can't be creative the rest of life Your counselor a word with you
If you liked school, you'll love yourself to a job you'll hate Get a but keep it in the garage yourself into a slot
Despise your ideas boss knows best We can't all do what we to do Always settle for what told to expect Do not take you might fail
And you don't to find out the hard way How our society The The who make mistakes
Bad Bad depression Mental hospitals,
Born on the cutting floor Die in the bin by the door, of the spirit Why do people chase so many useless In search of the perfect baby
For just 19.95 and thirteen minutes out of your busy day You could have the full experience of parenthood Without the of the real thing
It's Video Baby Creative Programming Incorporated Offering all of the And of the commitment
I am your calendar, there is no I am why you're so afraid to yourself I led you garden path after path carrots on a stick I'll let you but never embrace
Peek in the door I slam it on your Go back, is not allowed Go back, not
I you exhausted and afraid Never enough Never nerve
To out for something better Than the grind you your life
The hatch of hamster cage is open But guess who waits outside the door Stay on your Keep running on that wheel
Briefcase in Money rains down out of reach You'll burn out enough It's all part of the
When you're no longer You can finally To the glue of your choice Free at last to your head Wondering what
Find how time Right you Free at last to what happened at last, I bid you goodbye
On own, to wait to die On own, to wait to die On your own, to to die On your own, to to die