You broke my knuckles
On the Bedroom Wall
You bruised my fingers
On the door in the hall

You shot me full of codeine
Told me to forget about everything

You placed ether in my palm
Said it’d make me love what’s wrong

You tore out my vocal chords
Said pray, to the Lord

You fed me carcinogous crap
Told me it’d help to relax

You threw things at my girlfriend
Told her to go find a new man

I don’t know who you are
Where is it that you reside?

I don’t know what it is
That you do to my mind

I do know, however
Though I am static in recline
That you did all these things to my life
And are there all the time

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