Headphones Natural Disaster
Here I thought the drinks were free
But all the time they were grooming me
To be the egg that laid the golden goose.
Now I know we disagree
But soon enough we'll all be free;
That is to worship any way I choose.
But you would wait on the rapture
Or a natural disaster to come around.
Or maybe a couple of airplanes
Could crash into buildings
And put the fear of God in you.
Cause now we're taking over
And no one is the wiser,
With mexican and negro cabinet advisors.
I cut down the cherry tree
And when my mother confronted me
I told her I could never tell a lie.
Cause I have integrity
If you had been there then you'd agree
That no one wants to hear the truth.
What do you want from me?
Can't you see that I'm a talking puppet?
And when someone pulls my strings
I mouth the words, and I suggest you follow suit.
But you would wait on the rapture
Or a natural disaster to come around.
Well maybe a couple of airplanes
Could crash into buildings
And put the fear of God in you.
