You outta stop playing god, cause you are not good at it and the position is taken
The story is swaying,
I hear what you're saying,
But having been paying,
Attention here
I'm hanging back leaning,
And you still come swinging,
Cause you hate the ringing,
Scream in your ears
You are always in the way of reaching,
Tripped up by your hand,
You bring me down
Heed this one suggestion,
Don't point and ask questions,
If your own possession,
Is eating you
If my heart would harden,
Would you pay my pardon,
Then maybe your garden,
Needs weeding, too
You are always in the way of reaching,
Tripped up by your hand,
You bring me down
You are always in the way of reaching,
Tripped up by your hand,
You bring me,
You are always in the way of reaching,
Tripped up by your hand,
You bring me down
You bring me down
You bring me down
You bring me DOWN!

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