Lyrics
oh me oh my, get out of your 1950's fantasy, your face shines with misery, transparently, spew out that sobering, half-assed victim rhetoric, make 'em all squirm, while they chew on it, it's a secret handshake, and a passing wink of the eye, as the witches bridge club weekly, meets to pen the tail on the sly, but they never ask, "why oh why don't we raise our voices to the sky?", instead you're mute, and fawn just waiting to die, like some kind of hopeless housewife, but you can change while you're alive, and let 'em all know, at least you tried to kill the demons inside, oh me oh my, damn your transcendental paralysis, we can work together, and make sense of this, don't be so sure, you can chuck it all away, you've got to proceed, no matter how bad you want to stay, it's a natural cause, and a comfort zone, there in your head, and the world turns away, as you tap the snooze button in bed, but nobody can hear a word you said, your history was never read, instead you're mute, and fawn just waiting to die, like some kind of hopeless housewife, but you can change while you're alive, and let 'em all know, at least you tried to kill the demons inside
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Artist: bad religion