Testo di Pharoah

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