Natural Disaster

Here I thought the drinks were free
But all the time they were grooming me
To be the egg that laid the golden goose
Now I know we disagree, but soon enough we will all be free;
That is, to worship any way I choose
But you will wait on the rapture
Or a natural disaster
To come around
Or maybe a couple of airplanes
Could crash into buildings
And put the fear of God in you
Cause now we’re taking over
And no one is the wiser
With Mexican and Negro
Cabinet Advisors
I cut down the cherry tree
And then my mother confronted me;
I told her I could never tell a lie
Cause I have integrity
If you had been there then you’d agree
That no one wants to hear the truth
What do you want from me?
Can’t you see that I’m a talking puppet?
And when someone pulls my strings
I mouth the words and I suggest you follow suit
If you would wait on the rapture
Or a natural disaster to come around
Or maybe a couple of airplanes
Could crash into buildings
And put the fear of God in you