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Followers

I’m a Control-freak
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff,
Life is out my grip, I’m a Follower.
I’m a Control-freak,
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff
I just swallow my pride and follow.
Everything is melancholy, I’ve rarely met a jolly
man that weren’t very merry friends with unmeasured folly.
I’ma try to dodge insanity and keep a lot of honor,
but love’s a fight that could take the peace out the Dalaï Lama.
Belladonna’s synonym of Bella-Donna drama
when a woman wants a fellow to wear a doggy-collar.
When a man ain’t making an effort and
he can’t express his damn feelings — he raises his F’ing hand.
He raped her, he left and ran, the ravens ate her corpse
while unexpressed-maggots squirmed th rough his train of thoughts.
He could only share them when he squeezed the nine,
he blew his brains out the back so he could free his mind…
I’m a Control-freak,
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff
I just swallow my pride and follow.
Life is real wicked, I’m the pussy the lil' midget
bullied and pushed around and I’ve just gotta deal with it.
'Til I grab the gat, grab the bullet out the Pocket,
put it in the barrel, cock it, pull it back and pop it.
I find relief with a stanza,
with a banging-beat to release all my anger.
my girl’s been beefing with Leukemia-Cancer,
the evil enhancer, and I keep begging God for a reasonable answer.
I can’t even reach for her hands, hold her and hug her,
only hold my head up boldly, coldly hope she’ll recover.
Covered in masks and ugly plastic-gloves
But nasty blood-cancer can’t get pass the love.
I’m a Control-freak
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff,
Life is out my grip, I’m a Follower.
I’m a Control-freak,
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff
I just swallow my pride and follow.
Life’s not a bitch, it’s the other way round
When she shouts… we’re the ones to stay down.
We can be beat, torn, battered, tortured, abandonned,
But we’ll always be back like her loyal companion.
Because life leads, we just follow,
this sorrow and pain, tomorrow, will probably make me less hollow.
I’ll gain, knowledge, strength and power, settle down and smell the flowers
while everybody else rows for several hours,
Sour over nothing… why d’you gotta fight?
Doggys bite each other for the last word but nobodys right.
This song is called Life, the mood in the air
says move to the rythm like it’s Musical Chairs…
I’m a Control-freak
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff,
Life is out my grip, I’m a Follower.
I’m a Control-freak,
But I can’t control my feet.
Each step leads off the cliff
I just swallow my pride and follow.