Cornered
When you paint yourself into a corner,
You have got to be insane
It's no use to blame others
When you are the one to blame
Standing in the corner.
Completely trapped and alone
Who's fault is this,
Your's Mister, Your's and Your's alone
I wonder what you are thinking,
It deserves some serious thought,
Does the position you have placed yourself,
Make you overwrought.
I doubt it, Mister,
You think you are superior,
Viewing others living in the world,
Braindead and inferior.
You have told too many lies,
That many have believed
The whole world is horrified,
Of the people you have deceived,
Stuck in a corner,
Trying to think of a way out,
Not this time, Mister
No matter how much you
Scream and shout
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