Slaves in the kitchen, cooking it up
I was in the bedroom with the senators daughter
She just laughed and lit me up
I slip out with a hurricane force
You can't grab a hold of me
So you throw your stones at me
Daddy was crooked and they found him out
For laying' on God and living in doubt
Thought they'd hear you when you shout out
Thought they'd know what we were all about
They'd take stones to throw at me
Curse my, Stone-Age mentality
I wanna hear you sing again
Banging on the bed frame, calling my name
The bounty of the cycle of wars
They're dropping bombs from revolving doors
Think for yourself if you're not sure
Maybe even ask for a little bit more
Back in your bedroom baby, I'm a liar
I told you I loved you but the world was on fire
Every little thing you ever could desire
Our little game, no need to hide our shame
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