The Silo

I live to please, and that’s the notion
But I’m pressed for time—let's make it gold
I’m too good to cut outside—to transform
Exhale with pleasure and let it drop
You’ll lie to me, but I won’t know
Until she keeps you under thumb
Hold on while I confess in the corner of names and shame
Was it wrong or right? We just can’t tell
I live to please—to serve
Some call it Hell, but that’s the sell, yeah
So it rains and pours, and we all get doused
You’ll lie to me, but I won’t know
Until she keeps you under thumb
In the back of the cabinet, you’ll find it’s home
When she keeps you under thumb
O' I did what I done, and I can’t undone
So you got what you got
Don’t you want me?
You’ll lie to me, but I won’t know
Until she keeps you under thumb
In the back of the cabinet, you’ll find it’s home
When she keeps you under thumb