Mr. Goodguy

They always says: Be a good boy
Keep your head down, and we let you play with your toys
Don’t think to much, and don’t raise your voice
Hey, don’t go wrong. Let us make your choices

Does that make any sense?
How could I live like this?

After some bastards on the highway
You discovery some lying truths
And no matter how hard you try
You will always be confused
So stop wasting your time, I ain’t no more the mr. Goodguy