Slim Cessna's Auto Club - Commandment 1 lyrics

I say this almost sincerely I am carved in low relief It stems from a guilty conscience This air's pre-breathed I'm powerless to keep the tone out Of this voice you put in me That's my voice at the head of the pack This hunt I lead I have earned, earned the privilege The privilege of complaint My indignant voice is maturing From a percussive cough Thanks to you and the d**h's head moths Into a maturing rage Wooden arms are made of cherry Stump head still with berries Bound shoes made of leather Hair shirt of minor feathers Wire strings that control me Nail hooked in wrists and feet Did you think I would be grateful You don't think now that I'm vengeful [Chorus] Now you know you cannot make me Now you know you cannot make me Now you know you cannot make me again Moth pups chew on clothing Dust sprays as you control me Tears stream out of your eye Moths drink tears, you give them life The glue you used, it smells of book paste Pups thrive, they're keen for my taste If only moths would stick with white milk All would be clean, clean as your clothes' silk [Chorus] Now you know you cannot make me Now you know you cannot make me Now you know you cannot make me again Home's where my breast should be You made a lash of all your failings Now you have a new large one What you've made, it can't be undone [Chorus] Now you know you cannot make me Now you know you cannot make me Now you know you cannot make me again [Outro] You can't make me [x3] Alone I be You can't make me [x6] Alone I be [x3]