Original lyrics

EN

Beat my bloody fist to a pulp Then I'll switch hands Gotta prove that I'm a worthy man Privileged to be in god's domain A monumental task So listen obey and better never ask Good at making the call Bent over backwards Good at breaking the fall - repair me I mourn your blighted life Bent over backwards But on this we'll agree We hate people that we don't like Control, control - control issues Force fed until I hurt, regurgitate Indulgence is my mate Honest righteousness, public to be damned Throw in the towel and give the king a hand Can't control my choice A waver in the voice Gotta cut the ties that bind Can't get grounded