时间：1997-06-24
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Father
I confess for doing
I had a brain
But life had to ruin it
Dissinfected
Disected
Don't respect it
When you put me in a cage full of animals
Savages and cold blooded canibals
I can't help but come but abouts me
Try to run but they found me
Surround me
Then they choke ya
And provoke ya
Try to smoke ya
Turn you into a joka
I tried to rub it off
But its all I know
The only thing I ever knew
So what to do
Look at you
A bigot till your growin old
Your growin mold
With a soul that's freezin cold
So I confess
But even if I'm all wrong
I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone
I confess
This lady had a purse
So I took it
I took it home
Opened it
I shook it
She had papers
Lipstick and nail polish
Credit cards and about 27dollars
I bought a 5th
Drank it and laid there
It seemed like
I could see the purse everywhere
On the light post
By this mail box
I tried to run from it
I ran a couple blocks
But there it was
On the side walk
Waitin for me
It tried to lure me to it
I had to f**kin' do it
I picked it up
And stuck my f**kin' hand in it
It was full of rats
And they f**kin' bit it off
Father I confess
I'm a criminal
But my worlds too subliminal around me
Look at them
All the wicked masses
That's why I'm down with the clown till I'm ashes
Its like a circus
A wicked carnival
Everybodys got a tickit
They're lookin
For the freaks
To point and gawk at
Look at yourself
The jokes on you jack
Repeats until song ends
