Текст песни Hands Are Tied

Witness, my witness, i call my first one to the stand. I wrote this for myself, not for you - you wouldnt understand that im surrogate and suffer this but no matter what i do theres more but im happy if your happy so what the hell are we fighting for my hands are tied and i cant break in this path aint mine did what i could but the ink my name's in might aswell be blood A briefcase a businessman the board I wont lick boots or kiss feet I'll mockerise this puppetry, never give in and suck the teat "but you shifted naught, zero. Maybe ten but not much more" well i'm happy if your happy so what the hell are we fighting for My hands are tied and i cant break in this path aint mine did what i could but the ink my name's in might aswell be blood Did you read the oldest joke in the book It's on the final page