Chain-Bound

The cover-up ointment is sticky and mellow.
When I offer a handshake, I feel but an elbow.
When I look for courage, I can't see the link -
They have it to dare, they use it to stink.
The sun rose in blood - it is setting now in pink.
Chain-bound slaves from a great purchase
Serving their life for a great purpose. (x2)

Trains anemic and stretches enormous,
Lungs torn apart to stitch a big furnace,
Words for the street and words for the kitchen,
The eagle overthrown for a frozen chicken,
And I am aligned even when I am kissing
With the chain-bound slaves from a great purchase
Serving their life for a great purpose. (x2)

One can worship nothing to worship,
One can work on nothing to work on,
The poor are happy like, happy like mad
That poverty shines on the good and the bad.
You can play a trumpet into the blue,
But the tune is "lights out" whatever you play,
And if there are fellows coming to you
Those to come after you would appear someday,
Also chain-bound slaves from a great purchase
Serving their life for a great purpose. (x2)

Women seek mates and never learn caution,
The impact you make is your degree of exhaustion,
There are no scoundrels in luxurious limos -
The outers look exactly like inners
Who are no more than outers feeling like winners
To be chain-bound slaves from a great purchase
Serving their life for a great purpose. (x2)

Chain-bound slaves from a great purchase (x4)
Chain-bound slaves...


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