You shouldn't steal when you can borrow
Didn't your mama teach you better?
No? Then get some therapy
No one's accountable for your needs
Not to any degree

But still you must've had a teacher
Deception's a perfected skill
But remember to taste-test that pill
After all you're the prince
Who never leaves fingerprints

In the end though
The vertical flow's
Gonna catch up to you
You can't go round & round forever
Spreading your slander tender

Still,
I just wanna see you suffer
At the hands of another
Just so the blood in your mouth becomes real
Now you're the one tacked to the wheel
Now tell me does that seem surreal?
I didn't think so

Parade around in mechanical cotton
Is that the flavor of the weak
Posing as Byron with a frankincense tree
Blood-letting to support your creed
Forgetting that the best grows naturally

The voodoo with the prodigal knife
The who's who of nautical nights
The tight *****, diabolical wife
Wounded a rabbit's tongue
Kept me from speaking up

But I dare you to take your servants
Into your sacred space of merchants
Lay your supper in the bedroom
See if they make a purchase

Or do they wanna see you suffer
At the hands of another
Just so the blood in your mouth becomes real
Now you're the one tacked to the wheel
Oh, what can be revealed
I sure hope so

So how's your precious golden cup
Is it half empty, or full with bad luck
Can you taste the iron in the stuff
Or is their protest practicing
Waiting to burn you on the last drop

Could have married a music man
An impresario with big hands
Till you showed up with plastic plans
An a conductor's wand made of tree bark
But you never had the guts to bite

See, unlike your faceless drones
I truly needed a home
I'm not the one who disowned you
I don't get off on selling soldiers
Wrapped in videotape

So why did you wait so long
To sell me out
It wasn't a hot summer
Guess your supply was in a drought
Poor, poor pitiful me
Just wanted an apology

But I guess I'll have to settle
For watching you suffer