Painted parade, a slave to the trade, cant sleep in the bed that youve made Daddy was wrong, you could have been strong, but youve been alone far too long Youll never be pure, yes madam, yes sir youve 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 youre a freak, a future thats hopelessly bleak Confused by success, your life is a mess, yet they can convince you youre blessed Dont come with me, I wont set you free, cause thats not where you need to be And no, Im not confused, although youre abused, I see its this life that you choose Painted parade, a slave to the trade, cant sleep in the bed that youve made Daddy was wrong, you could have been strong, but youve been alone far too long Youll never be pure, yes madam, yes sir youve always obeyed, to be sure Feet to the fire, they call you a liar this cannot be what you want
youve, madam, yes, obeyed, sir