Let it bleed Let it be Mother Mary, I'm on my knees I'm like a smokestack in the wind It seems I've spread myself pretty thin And now the bank has took all I own One more bad check, it's all gone It's all gone Thank you, Jesus Thank you, Lord For all these gifts that I can't afford And take that pretty thing in my bed Just let me fuel my truck instead 'Cause if the Holy Ghost don't appear I'm on the next train outta here I'm out of here And there were moments in the night I could've chewed the curtains And for the first time in my life I think I knew for certain I'm not your dog Your whipping boy Your squeaky toy I'm not your ashtray, ashtray heart Your ashtray heart I'm not your swag Your piece of meat I'm not your freak I'm not the extra, extra cog In some big wheel I'm not your dog Puppy beg now Puppy heel Bring it on, y'all, I can deal What if the centipede lost a leg? To make an omelet, break some eggs And I'm delirious, happy now Just like your other fine Puppy Chow Puppy Chow Now I patrol your garden fence I've learnt to feign obedience But in my mind, I still run free Along the marshes and the beach
Todd Rundgren: Space Force
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