On a String

When you're told all your life you're in a Shakespeare tragedy
When you're fed by a tube, what's the point of anything?

When you're drugged up
Dumbed down
Numb to the bone
When your life's on rent, but you'd like to own it
Someday I'll take back the precious life that you stole from me

There's a hand up my back
Now I'm a puppet on a string
And my fairy god mother's new lover don't want her to love me

When you're leashed up
Beat down
Worked like a dog
Well life ain't fun when you're told something's wrong with you
Would you kindly return the precious life that you stole from me?

When your juggler mugs you and shrugs at the end of the fight
When your teleprompter parks all your deer in its headlights

You've been built by pieces of others you know
You can't grasp who you are when another has stolen it
Now, I'm gonna steal back the precious life that you stole from me
Would you kindly return the precious life that you stole from me?
Someday I'll take back the precious life that you stole from me



Credits
Writer(s): Simeon Paygar Williams
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