Oct. 2nd, 2002 04:09 pm
(no subject)
Humour is only good humour if it cuts close to the bone....
I can see me bound and gagged
Dragged behind a clownmobile
You can treat me like a dog
If you make me feel what others feel
You can strain me
You can train me
If you make me lose control
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
I'll do anything you ask
I'll be happy to say yes
I'll put on that creepy mask
If you'll grant me some forgetfulness
You can brain me
You can drain me
You can chain me to the floor
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
And this loneliness
Unbearable
And it all goes by so slow
I will stand in line
For the sacrifice
For the shame-faced look
For the ugly vice
I will pay the price
To see how far you'll go
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
I can see me bound and gagged
Dragged behind a clownmobile
I can see me bound and gagged
Dragged behind a clownmobile
You can treat me like a dog
If you make me feel what others feel
You can strain me
You can train me
If you make me lose control
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
I'll do anything you ask
I'll be happy to say yes
I'll put on that creepy mask
If you'll grant me some forgetfulness
You can brain me
You can drain me
You can chain me to the floor
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
And this loneliness
Unbearable
And it all goes by so slow
I will stand in line
For the sacrifice
For the shame-faced look
For the ugly vice
I will pay the price
To see how far you'll go
I will be your prisoner
I will be your hostage-o
I can see me bound and gagged
Dragged behind a clownmobile