| On Display | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Chorus: Do you ever feel that You're in a small glass case Sitting in full view Just stuck there on display? And it's empty lives and turnabout drives That take you back to where you started It's broken glass and smelly trash The life that turns you in broken circles And do you sometimes feel Like a monkey for the people Who toss your dimes and melon rhinds And things to feast upon Chorus: Do you ever feel that You're in a small glass case Sitting in full view Just stuck there on display? And it's public tears and subway fears He gives you again and again out of bounds It's shattered thoughts and dirty socks You wash again and again as a slave And do you sometimes feel Like a monkey in the zoo They pet your head and keep you fed And they look down on you Chorus: Do you ever feel that You're in a small glass case Sitting in full view Just stuck there on display? I know you feel like you're sitting on display I know you feel you're in that small glass case I know you feel that you're helpless on display And you can't find a way out of your case |
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