Hi to all the people that are selling me
Here's one straight from the factory
They sewed their eyes into my sockets
I dip my hands into their pockets
Is there anybody there?
I could swear I'm not alone
Show your faces if you dare
Trading platinum for bone
One big man with the good connection
Takes the whole damn ship in the wrong direction
I don't mind him misinterpreting me
But I hate it when he gets us lost out to sea
Is there anybody there?
I could swear I'm not alone
Show your faces if you dare
Trading platinum for bone
Late at night when I'm lying in bed
I've got to say a prayer for our daily bread
And early in the morning when I'm still asleep
You sit upon your throne making grown men weep
With boredom