Come on, mama
Take off these chains
Why don't you set me up front
Where the other's arranged?
How come you never take me to town
Dress me on up, parade me around?
Playing make believe, but no one's around
A radio with no sound
Got it all figured out by the age of thirteen
Video games, and porn magazines
Keep to myself, silent as the snow
Slam the door to my room, I don't care anymore
Playing make believe, but no one's around
Radio with no sound
Life ain't nothing like a railroad track
It'll lead you there, it don't lead you back
Sit 'round, drink 'til my dying day
And let the death of damnation take me away
Playing make believe, but no one's around
Radio with no sound
Still playing make believe, but no one's around
Radio with no sound
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