The Silo

I live to please, and that's the notion But I'm pressed for time—let's make it gold I'm too good to cut outside—to transform Exhale with pleasure and let it drop You'll lie to me, but I won't know Until she keeps you under thumb Hold on while I confess in the corner of names and shame Was it wrong or right? We just can't tell I live to please—to serve Some call it Hell, but that's the sell, yeah So it rains and pours, and we all get doused You'll lie to me, but I won't know Until she keeps you under thumb In the back of the cabinet, you'll find it's home When she keeps you under thumb O' I did what I done, and I can't undone, So you got what you got Don't you want me? You'll lie to me, but I won't know Until she keeps you under thumb In the back of the cabinet, you'll find it's home When she keeps you under thumb