Back me up, then crack me up
Give me more, then close the door
Take a good look at me now!
Break the mould and plant the seed
Perhaps you should take a bow
For giving me all that I'll ever need
Angels' rage, locked in a cage
Raising Cain, you're far too vain
Father discern what I've said
My words are starting to get old
Maybe it's all in my head
That you could ever be so cold
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