Time of the Wicked Minds

Don't look under your bed, boogeyman's coming
Just close your eyes and sleep
I hope you've been good this year, or you will not have gifts
I keep away from all, them crooked vultures
Don't make a fool out of myself, call me reckless

Father, you should have teached me how to be a son
Mother, you used to think that what I did was wrong
Who cared, I spent most of the time inside my head

To be or not to be, that is the question
Shakespeare was right on this, but who I am to affirm it?
And that's what tortures me
The only thing I know, is that, I don't know nothing
That's what I listen to, but you filled my ears of bullshit
Turn the radio on and sit

So you should marry with the dancing queen of class,
Wear ties and wake up early mornings
Drive your car and spin it 'round
I 'wanna see you kneeling every Sunday
Bed to your children and read them a story
Who are you?, A better man?

Are you blind?
Or simply deaf?
Are you blind?
Or simply deaf?
Are you blind?
Or simply deaf?
Are you blind?