They dance around the old wooden barn
While they chase the cats with a spool of white yarn
They ask me to read them this children's novel
About a young male, about your age, who was just like you
He tied his shoes like you
You probably never had clue
The fact is, you never thought of this
It was just a skeleton in your old dusty closet
Which you kept behind with the unbreakable locket
For whatever reason, you have never given me none
So you preach your words of sadism as if it is for fun
But you avoid the illusion that he was just like you
He had eyes like you
He even spoke in a clear and loud voice...just like you.
Like you...
But the children want another story and they are tired of my *******
They'd rather **** and do drugs and simply deny it
I cry sometimes for them, those poor *******
So why can't I ask her?
Because she's just like you...
Needs that are unadjusted, like you
Because I like you...
you, you, you.