Put me on your short leash
and feed me when its time.
But if you forget to,
I can live off your scraps.
Parade me 'round the house;
Squeeze the life out of me.
But if you forget to,
I can live off your fumes.
Your death's not worth living;
Your message I'm not getting.
So cleanse me in your bloodbath,
till I want what you have!
Take this job and shove it;
I quit as your pet peeve.
Do you understand me?
Or do I need to leave?
Your death's not worth living;
Your message I'm not getting.
So cleanse me in your bloodbath,
till I want what you have!
Wash my eyes in chlorine;
I want to be blind too!
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