They set the rules | |
They want me to break | |
Take all my money | |
Set me straight | |
Then they confine me | |
Make me check in | |
Analyze my piss | |
Ask me where I've been | |
They send me to classes | |
That say I've been bad | |
Take some more money | |
Prove to me I've been had | |
And they'll keep on trying | |
To straighten me out | |
And the more that they try | |
The more I doubt | |
This system of corrections | |
That they put me through | |
Hasn't brought about change | |
But, this is nothing new |