The Peep Hole

You got every shade of color to gray

Before your eyes dolled up to play

I’m not crazy though you like to think so

It doesn’t matter, it’s just a show, I lay

[Chorus:]

Twenty four hours a day naked on your silver plate

Twenty four seven indignities

Through the peephole

You’ve got gun control

Now pull the trigger, turn on the light

I’ll be your target for the rest of the night

I won’t protest, you know I’m vain

Been told the infamy is just a part of this game

I lay

[Repeat chorus]

Close your eyes to see

What a shit-naive dream

You chose to believe

But now you’re in too deep

I got every shade of color to gray

To paint myself the way you want me to be

You’re not crazy, though I like to think so

It doesn’t matter, it’s just a show so

Twenty four hours a day naked on your silver plate

Twenty four seven indignities

Twenty fours a day footloose so I can’t escape

Twenty four seven on your dismay

Through the peep hole

You’ve got gun control