[Hook]-
Whipped into shape like I'm chained
Skin scraped, varicose veins
Oh god, oh god, your hand feels like the strike of a rod
[Verse 1]-
Flirtin' with Disaster like I have a Molly Hatchet mastered
Psych, I'm no Carlton La**iter
Danger makes my heart beat faster than the pulse of a flux capacitor
I'm a ghostly little boy like Casper, it would be wry to say I was a catcher
I might hold water, but I always still feel like I'm drained
The sunniest days are always followed by a lot of rain
If there is no pleasure without pain
Why is happiness I can't obtain?
[Verse 2]-
Every decision is an admission to prison
Boxed in, I'm conditioned like Skinner's pigeons
Free will I'm given over the life that I'm living
I may hold the key, but I'm too weak to twist the ignition
Up a creek without a paddle, my equipment is insufficient
If God gives more than I can handle, I'm not fit for this position
By helplessness I'm driven to halt my life in submission
When I run against nature's course, we crash in a head-on collision