Lyrics

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 meI 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

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