the feeding fist

i've come to realize that you are never wrong
with the attention that you get you're getting strong
and that's O.K. by me, i do not mean you harm
but you should understand, i see right through the charm

i could go write a poem or set my bra on fire
but i'll just bring the fuel that shoots the flames up higher
to watch them twirl and dance, majestic and so bright
and hear the cyotes sing a song out to the night

it doesn't matter what you say!
you're going to eat the bread i bake!
it doesn't matter what you say!
you're dancing to the music that we make.

(naaaah nah-nah naaaah nah!)

so, enough of wondering why you wanna make me feel so small
'cause with every passing day, i keep on growing tall
you bite the hand that feeds, but my heart keeps on pumping
the moment i bite back, your life will be a fucking nightmare!

it doesn't matter what you say!
you're going to eat the bread i bake!
it doesn't matter what you say!
you're dancing to the...

the music...

it doesn't matter!
you're only dancing.