Painted Parade - Red Fang

Painted parade, a slave to the trade

Can’t sleep in the bed that you’ve made

Daddy was wrong, you could have been strong

But you’ve been alone far too long

You’ll never be pure, yes madam, yes sir

You’ve always obeyed, to be sure

Feet to the fire, they call you a liar

This cannot be what you desire

Council the weak, they think you’re a freak

A future that’s hopelessly bleak

Confused by success, your life is a mess

Yet they can convince you you’re blessed

Don’t come with me, I won’t set you free

'cause that’s not where you need to be

And no, I’m not confused, although you’re abused

I see it’s this life that you choose

Painted parade, a slave to the trade

Can’t sleep in the bed that you’ve made

Daddy was wrong, you could have been strong

But you’ve been alone far too long

You’ll never be pure, yes madam, yes sir

You’ve always obeyed, to be sure

Feet to the fire, they call you a liar

This cannot be what you want