Commissioner.

And i think you oughta know
I couldn't keep from crawling in your window
And the weather's getting cold
Maybe it's because i think so

I'm deception in ruin
And i don't know what you've been doing
But i'm praying that you won't go
Still you open up the door
My chariot will swing low

And this seed i have to sew
I couldn't keep from hoping it would help me grow
Especially 'cause it's a part of me...
Genetic sort of frontal lobotomy
So i'm back at the bottom
I couldn't tell you if i got 'em
But i wouldn't hesitate to show
If the commission was sold;
It's money that i won't owe