Tin Strong - 13 & God

These tin men are no nonsense

Not the happiest thing

They make the call between black and white

And what gray is bore in between

And they say kids your age should

Be reaching for the streetlights

While banking on their reproductive organs

And the work week’s guiding light

This is the bound and tired

Oath anthem of our aged

An approximate and fearful

Wild of hooks to belt from caged

By bills, bills, bills then will

'Til nerve-ed and one-named

You thief the you that

Nothing can pill tame

And sleep the sleep of

Cured kill refrain