People Are Pets

They snuck a camera in the courtroom
All of a sudden you’re a star
This ain’t the kind of attention
You thought would tear your life apart
Not you got an e-book deal coming
Maybe a podcast tour after that
A memoir sponsored by your miranda rights
On body-cam being misread
Maybe you could call it:

People are pests
(I guess you already knew that)
People are pets
(Lay down play dead)

They snuck a camera in the courtroom
All of a sudden he looks kinda scared
He ain’t dressing like he used to
They shaved his beard
They cut his hair
I’m not sure if that’s his first wife or kid
Sitting in the second row
But they look disillusioned by
All the things he seems to know

Set my bail
Send me to hell
Burst into flames
Then stomp me out

People are pests
(I guess you already knew that)
People are pets
(Lay down play dead)

Or give it a rest

Hell hath no fury like a step-son scorned
Doomed to the suburbs all lonely and bored
And those hormones oh lord
Knows how he’s suffered
You’ve done all you can just keep the house alarm on all night

Don’t worry baby I’ll be out in no time
I might be better off with those inner inmate education plans
I might even finish up this GED after all these years
And I maybe I could write a book and we could call it
Maybe I could write a memoir and we’d call it

People are pests
(I guess you already knew that)
People are pets
(Lay down play dead)

Or at least give it a rest