You, you, you, you wanna be good at it
But I want no part of your violent story
And you, you don't understand
You, you, you, you sit around salivating
Telling the world how you're destined for glory
But you, you don't understand
With a whispered word softly spoken
And the sweeter sound of amazing grace
You, you, you don't understand
One to be acknowledged by you
That would mean everything to me
And two to have some influence over you
You'll never know what that would mean to me
But as for three I'm never gunna share you with anybody
Right is right, wrong is done
You're the muse and I'm the dog
Subtle though it may be I'm duty bound
You, you, you tell me I'm mad
You, you, you, you made me believe it
Licking and chewing and sucking my bones
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