Flanked on both my right and left
By the nation's alleged brightest and best,
According to aptitude tests.
But I feel a duty to confess.
She has pills to help her through the Monday.
He's got ulcers from the stress.
And I'm just hoping that you won't notice
The smell of bourbon on my breath.
Hide him under a suit and tie.
We all know him so he'll be fine.
Nothing much to this exercise.
Spent the last year begging for table scraps,
Trying to prove that I'm alright.
But all that's changed since the time's passed
Is that I've lost my appetite.
Came into this world with little.
And I'll probably leave with less.
Cause even back then crying, naked, helpless, and brittle,
At least on some dignity I'd rest.
Hide him under a suit and tie.
We all know him so he'll be fine.
Nothing much to this exercise.
Bury him in a suit and tie.
We barely knew him so we'll be fine.
Nothing much to this exercise.
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