Beat my bloody fist to a pulp   Then I'll switch hands   Gotta prove that I'm a worthy man   Privileged to be in God's domain   A monumental task   So listen obey and better never ask      Good at making the call   Bent over backwards   Good at breaking the fall   Repair me      I mourn your blighted life   Bent over backwards   But on this we'll agree   We hate people that we don't like      Control, control, control issues      Force fed until I hurt, regurgitate   Indulgence is my mate   Honest righteousness   Public to be damned   Throw in the towel   And give the king a hand      Can't control my choice   A waver in the voice   Gotta cut the ties that bind   Can't get grounded