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