In his mind
He’ll never be the same
Of what’s left
There’s little that remains
Gave him pills
Demented his brain
Walking lines of what’s real and what’s sane

We can’t let this go on
I get the feeling this is wrong
You must think it’s fun
Screwing with everyone

In his youth
He never fit the mold
I suppose the plaster mix was cold
You will fail
Was all you were told
But their rules
Never could uphold

Repeat Chorus

Stop pushing us around

Stop pushing my buttons

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