String

When the skip sinks, don’t think, just sink with it

And now you're fucking free

You call the shots under nine jealous “yes men”

I call that misery

Blame the boss, straight to bed

(???)

Blame the strings, you sick puppet

But sometimes a string is just a fucking string!

Now Edie Slackjaw taught his school with a half shell in his head

He kept his kids happy and warm 'til the day they shot him dead

Blame the boss, straight to bed

(???)

Blame the strings, you sick puppet

But sometimes a string is just a fucking string!

Blame the boss, straight to bed

(???)

Blame the strings, you sick puppet

But sometimes a string is just a fucking string!