Текст: Breeders. Freed Pig.

You were right
I was
time with myself
I tried to bury you with guilt
I wanted to give you all
I got nothing better to do
Don't pay too much atttention to me
It's sad but it's not your fault
Selfrighteous fool
I guess I lost that cool
Tapping till I drive you insane
Selfrighteous, never right
Setting back, so uptight
to tolerate me
the sphere I bring
Why, I was obsessed to bring you down
Watching your every move
Playing a little boy game

Always had something to prove
Waiting to cut you down
Making it hard to move
With only one thing to do
Tell me first to make it easy
Now you will be free
Now nothing depends on me
Tapping till I drive you insane
Now you will be free
No sick people to
I figure it has that warm
I thought I would never go
I thought I would never go
Freed pig