Lyrics

Here I thought the drinks were free, But all the time they were grooming me To be the egg that laid the golden goose. Now I know we disagree, but soon enough we will all be free (It is?) to worship any way I choose. But you will wait on the rapture Or a natural disaster To come around Or maybe a couple of airplanes To crash into buildings And put the fear of God in you. Cause now we're taking over And no one is the wiser With Mexican and Negro Cabinet Advisors I cut down the cherry tree And then my mother confronted me; I told her I could never tell a lie. Cause I have integrity If you had been there then you'd agree. That no one wants to hear the truth. What do you want from me? Can't you see that I'm a talking puppet? And when someone pulls my strings I'm bound to work and I suggest you follow suit. If you would wait on the rapture Or a natural disaster to come around Or maybe a couple of airplanes To crash into buildings And put the fear of God in you.
Writer(s): David Shannon Bazan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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