If you could have things your way
You would plaster my mouth so I wouldn’t have a say
If you could have things your way
You would pump me with bullets so I wouldn’t see another day
If you could have things your way
You would dump me like a leper, forlorn, I wouldn’t even be able to pray
If you could have things your way
You would perform a lobotomy so that my brains would dry up and dissipate like hay
If you could have things your way
You would shut me in a coffin so I would be neither happy nor gay
If you could have things your way
You would ensure that I am a maimed so my expressions would turn into clay
If you could have things your way
You would ensure that the door is locked and the key thrown away
If you could have things your way
You would tar and feather, lynch and batter my name
If you could have things your way
You would litter and rubbish, make sure everyone feels exactly the same
If you could have things your way your applause would last
My downfall would come fast
But the harder you dig, the harder you try
The more you realize that your wells are running dry
Oh! What travesty it would be if you had things your way!