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The sky fell in on you today, you lost your band, they went away, And in a fit of jealous rage you shot your mouth like a 12 gauge. You shot my friends, you shot my wife, you wounded us with words of spite. And after fee, fi, fo, and fum, you slipped into your martyrdom. You treat us all like rag dolls, Just standing by to do your pleasure. CHORUS: It was not my fault that things did not work out, Victim of assault, I'm a rag doll. Whispers on the lips of all your so-called friends, "Are we really friends, or just rag dolls?" Behold the biggest blade of grass with just that much more sun to grasp. He stretches up into the sky and suffocates the small guys. And when the dogs who root about to chew things up and spit them out Behold the biggest blade of grass, they do not leave that one for last. You treat us all like rag dolls, Just standing by to do your pleasure. |
CHORUS The perfect rag dolls never ever questions. The perfect rag doll has no point of view. I had enough, I said my piece, I offer you a cure for grief: When friends are kind enough to call, don't you make'em feel like a rag doll. The view is old from on your shelf, don't help me down, I'll help myself. The next time that I see your face, I hope your at a better place. You treat us all like rag dolls, Just standing by to do your pleasure. CHORUS
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Lead Vocal: Eric Delore |