Lyric Pharaoh

Hi to all the people that are selling me
Here s one straight from the factory
They ve sewn my eyes up in their sockets
I dip my hand into their pockets


Is there anybody there
I could swear I m not alone
Show your faces if you dare
Slaving platinum to bone


One big man with a good connection
Takes the whole damn ship in the wrong direction
I don t mind him misinterpreting me
I hate it when he gets us lost out to sea


Late at night when I m lying in bed
I ve got to say a prayer for my daily bread
And early in the morning when I m still asleep
You sit upon your throne making grown men weep, with boredom