Bootlicker

I wanted
I needed
Someone to
Help me to
Tell me where
I should go
Who I should be
Who I should be

I wanted
I needed
Someone to
Tell me what
Is right and
What is wrong
Who I should be

Bowing myself low down
To the boots on the ground
"Please, my masters, protect me please!"
And I watch them stand there
While the children hide in fear
Protect and serve is not why they're here

Hoping with an old hope
Running with the antelope
Following the lions down
Watch them rip their throats out
Wondering what went wrong
And blaming all the ones not around

I wanted
I needed
Someone to
Tell me who
Is my friend
Or my foe
Who I should be
Who I should be

I wanted
I needed
Someone to
Tell me who
To follow
What party
What faction
What nation

Bowing myself low down
To the boots on the ground
"Please, my masters, protect me please!"
And I watch them stand there
While the children hide in fear
Protect and serve is not why they're here

Hoping with an old hope
Running with the antelope
Following the lions down
Watch them rip their throats out
Wondering what went wrong
And blaming all the ones not around

Bowing myself low down
To the boots on the ground
"Please, my masters, protect me please!"
And I watch them stand there
While the children hide in fear
Protect and serve is not why they're here

Hoping with an old hope
Running with the antelope
Following the lions down
Watch them rip their throats out
Wondering what went wrong
And blaming all the ones not around

Bowing myself low down
To the boots on the ground
"Please, my masters, protect me please!"
And I watch them stand there
While the children hide in fear
Protect and serve is not why they're here

Hoping with an old hope
Running with the antelope
Following the lions down
Watch them rip their throats out
Wondering what went wrong
And blaming all the ones not around



Credits
Writer(s): Sam Arnett
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