Keep me walking that line alone
Keep me talking while you rob my home
Keep me living while it’s good for you
But you’d bury me alive if I refused you.

You keep making me what you want
You ain’t got control of me no more
You can tie me up and shoot me down
Crown me with a chain-link crown
I'm done being your whore.

You dress me up in your fantasies
You auction off my soul for fun
You keep me locked in the iron wall
But now I’ve got the gun.
You never gave me anything
But pain and trial, ugly games
But I ain’t your mannequin no more
Goodbye, man from Hell.