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Painted parade, a slave to the trade, can't sleep in the bed that you've made Daddy was wrong, you could have been strong, but you've been alone far too long You'll never be pure, yes madam, yes sir you've always obeyed, to be sure Feet to the fire, they call you a liar this cannot be what you desire Council the weak, they think you're a freak, a future that's hopelessly bleak Confused by success, your life is a mess, yet they can convince you you're blessed Don't come with me, I won't set you free, 'cause that's not where you need to be And no, I'm not confused, although you're abused, I see it's this life that you choose Painted parade, a slave to the trade, can't sleep in the bed that you've made Daddy was wrong, you could have been strong, but you've been alone far too long You'll never be pure, yes madam, yes sir you've always obeyed, to be sure Feet to the fire, they call you a liar this cannot be what you want Aus Songtexte Mania