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