Painted Parade Lyrics - Murder The Mountains - 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