Eschellon - Fit The MoldIn his mind He’ll never be the same Of what’s left There’s little that remains Gave him pills Demented his brain Walking lines of what’s real and what’s sane We can’t let this go on I get the feeling this is wrong You must think it’s fun Screwing with everyone In his youth He never fit the mold I suppose the plaster mix was cold You will fail Was all you were told But their rules Never could uphold Repeat Chorus E-I-E-OO (TI-83) Stop pushing us around E-I-E-OO (TI-83) Stop pushing my buttons |
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