Twisted-Script

Go to your corner boy and strum your toy guitar just the way God commanded you to do buff the chords hone the tone until it becomes a dashing miracle now come out of the corner boy like they ordered you to do boy now your on track boy-to be a golden boy they're starting to take notice boy your becoming a giant money baker a gem to the masses a partying 4am jester they want to kiss and hug and fu until they crack you just like their God told them to do now its become to much for you its starting to munch on you you're starting to choke on the gold of your ego boy you're starting to runaway from you just like the Devil intended you to do now retreat back to your corner boy that cold lonely corner boy hold tight to that toy guitar boy because that's what they forced you to do it because you're no longer the golden goose boy they've found a new golden goose boy...boy now you never want to come out you never want to come down you're trapped in the high ceiling corner because the specter in your head said living is dead life lost its luster the same monotone chord don't you move boy don't you ever move boy because you're my statue forevermore I own you forevermore God has long ago left your head but the nugget is still there waiting for another magic chord to raise it from the dead but lightning never bites twice now back in the corner boy God has fled your alabaster head boy just like I told you he would boy because happiness has been taken out of your script.