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What the fuck?!
What the fuck were you thinking?
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes.
with your false truths and you blatant lies.
See complacement stares
through controlling eyes.
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes.

Enforcing all your rules through policemen and TV.
You are the worlds greatest artist.
Schoolbooks are you tapestry.
Woven intertwining hate controlled by your ministry.
I hold the scissors in my hand
cut the fabric, make you bleed.

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
We are the ones that make you weak
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
You sick infection a disease
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
I want to see you on your knees
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
False idols, cheap thrills, fucking sleaze

Paint a pretty picture, you control the weak
You sell your lies, your drugs, your hate
You sell us our own agony
Put yourself in another man's shoes
Remember what its like to be
The one who hates you
The one who wants to see you bleed

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
We are the ones who make you weak
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
I will not let you poison me
No sex, no drugs, no sir, not me
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
Priests, politicians, and cops
Like to fuck just as much as you and me

You've got a price out on your head.
Its called freedom.
You're fucking dead.
What the fuck?!   What the fuck were you thinking?   Pull the wool over, cover my eyes.   with your false truths and you blatant lies.   See complacement stares   through controlling eyes.   Pull the wool over, cover my eyes.      Enforcing all your rules through policemen and TV.   You are the worlds greatest artist.   Schoolbooks are you tapestry.   Woven intertwining hate controlled by your ministry.   I hold the scissors in my hand   cut the fabric, make you bleed.      Pull the wool over, cover my eyes   We are the ones that make you weak   Pull the wool over, cover my eyes   You sick infection a disease   Pull the wool over, cover my eyes   I want to see you on your knees   Pull the wool over, cover my eyes   False idols, cheap thrills, fucking sleaze      Paint a pretty picture, you control the weak   You sell your lies, your drugs, your hate   You sell us our own agony   Put yourself in another man's shoes    Remember what its like to be   The one who hates you   The one who wants to see you bleed      Pull the wool over, cover my eyes   We are the ones who make you weak   Pull the wool over, cover my eyes   I will not let you poison me   No sex, no drugs, no sir, not me   Pull the wool over, cover my eyes   Priests, politicians, and cops   Like to fuck just as much as you and me      You've got a price out on your head.   Its called freedom.   You're fucking dead.