String
When the skip sinks, don't think, just sink with it
So now your fucking free
You call the shots under nine jealous "yes men"
I call the misery.
Blame the boss, now 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.
So now your fucking free
You call the shots under nine jealous "yes men"
I call the misery.
Blame the boss, now 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.
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Writer(s): Todd Congelliere
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