| What makes him bow before the one he worships? I often wonder what they really hear. And when you disobey- The walls around they all come crashing down on you. And does the crime deserve the punishment.
And every time you wander off and play, what the hell were you thinking?
No work, no school, no chores to do. Ah, the life on easy street. All fun and play no bills to pay there's food and water at your feet.
It's a drag riding on the potty train. I hate the droppings dripping from my nose. And every time I wander- The smell of bitch in heat comes oozing down on me. And now I'm lost again what will I do. And every time I wander off and play, what the hell was I thinking?
Play dead, roll over, sit and speak. Take a bath because I wreak. Get some shots and clip my nails. Pull some burdocks off my tail. What the hell was I thinking?
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