Testi musica canzoni

Hi to all the people that are selling me
Here's one straight from the factory
They've sewn my eyes up in their sockets
I dip my hand into their pockets


Is there anybody there
I could swear i'm not alone
Show your faces if you dare
Slaving platinum to bone


One big man with a good connection
Takes the whole damn ship in the wrong direction
I don't mind him misinterpreting me
I hate it when he gets us lost out to sea


Late at night when i'm lying in bed
I've got to say a prayer for my daily bread
And early in the morning when i'm still asleep
You sit upon your throne making grown men weep, with boredom