The Black Menagerie

I'm well aware the world has left you all alone
I'm well aware you're bent and broken
And anywhere you find yourself
You're still in the black menagerie

And everyday I leave my message at the tone
I understand the words unspoken
I came inside and took the ride
And went where I was asked to be

I ain't gonna run away
But I don't wanna live this way

Hold my ears to the sound of the 45
Half dead and half alive and full of fear
So naive to believe you've found your side
To divide what's yours, what's mine from what is his

Burn out the weak

Now go away and keep your kids off of my lawn
I'll see you down at Ponderosa
I've got the brains, the brawn
I'll smite the spawn of all my enemies

Just because you sing a song
Doesn't mean I gotta sing along

Hold my ears to the sound of the 45
Half dead and half alive and full of fear
So naive to believe you're not at fault
So you find your nest of salt and fall asleep
Oh no

Hold my ears to the sound of the 45
Half dead and half alive and full of fear
So naive to believe you've found your side
To divide what's yours, what's mine from what is his
Oh no

My ears
Burn out the weak