Here I thought the drinks were free,
But all the time they were grooming me
To be the egg that laid the golden goose.
Now I know we disagree, but soon enough we will all be free
(It is?) to worship any way I choose.
But you will wait on the rapture
Or maybe a couple of airplanes
And put the fear of God in you.
Cause now we're taking over
I cut down the cherry tree
And then my mother confronted me;
I told her I could never tell a lie.
If you had been there then you'd agree.
That no one wants to hear the truth.
What do you want from me?
Can't you see that I'm a talking puppet?
And when someone pulls my strings
I'm bound to work and I suggest you follow suit.
If you would wait on the rapture
Or a natural disaster to come around
Or maybe a couple of airplanes
And put the fear of God in you.