© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Anything you say boss, any game you play boss, I’ll just sit here and live
off the bread of your whim, I’ll sharpen your saw then go out on a limb,
if I get caught I get fired if I don’t it’s a promotion, cut throat justice ant
heap commotion, as petty as a child as vain as a god, I’d like to spare
the child and spoil the rod.
Anyway you choose boss, anyway I lose boss, I’ll just sit here and
pretend your world polish your ego, you answer with a negative yes an
absolute no, your stupidity only excelled by your lack of trust, you
believe everyone is just like you full of ladder lust, you believe your full
of principals that you would never sacrifice, I believe your full of
something else something just as nice.
Anyway you will boss, anyway you kill boss, I’ll just here and learn to
like the taste of my pride, I’ll just sit here and contemplate your suicide,
many feel you are the symptom but I know you are the disease, you get
a perverse thrill out of bringing the helpless to there knees, but at least
I can say in good conscience I’d rather be beaten black and blue, hell I’d
rather even have you for a boss than be like you.