Full employment family of four Precious gifts, what you've been asking for They feel like a rope when they're wrapped around your throat Always said you wanted less not more
The sky is calling you On the outside your skin is clear While your modern myths are eating you You tie the rope on your own You tie the rope on your own You tie the rope on your own They give you rope Here's your moment, the Q+A No one wants to hear what you've got to say You know, and they know it too Etiquette prohibits your point of view
Every last one through the fucking hole
Every last one through the fucking hole
You tie the rope on your own You tie the rope on your own You tie the rope on your own They give you rope