People Are Pets

They snuck a camera in the courtroom All of a sudden you’re a star This ain’t the kind of attention You thought would tear your life apart Not you got an e-book deal coming Maybe a podcast tour after that A memoir sponsored by your miranda rights On body-cam being misread Maybe you could call it: People are pests (I guess you already knew that) People are pets (Lay down play dead) They snuck a camera in the courtroom All of a sudden he looks kinda scared He ain’t dressing like he used to They shaved his beard They cut his hair I’m not sure if that’s his first wife or kid Sitting in the second row But they look disillusioned by All the things he seems to know Set my bail Send me to hell Burst into flames Then stomp me out People are pests (I guess you already knew that) People are pets (Lay down play dead) Or give it a rest Hell hath no fury like a step-son scorned Doomed to the suburbs all lonely and bored And those hormones oh lord Knows how he’s suffered You’ve done all you can just keep the house alarm on all night Don’t worry baby I’ll be out in no time I might be better off with those inner inmate education plans I might even finish up this GED after all these years And I maybe I could write a book and we could call it Maybe I could write a memoir and we’d call it People are pests (I guess you already knew that) People are pets (Lay down play dead) Or at least give it a rest