Orchestrated

My life was orchestrated, and the symphony bored me So I strangled the conductor, and burnt the sheet music Now I carry a big stick, instead of that little twig I wave it around and conjure tones, and notes that long lay docile Drums, I love drums... Strum the strings of the violins, until they cry Tug the strings of the cellos, until your finger nails fall off My symphony will shatter cymbals Horns pierce the listeners ear into bleeding My life was orchestrated like preprogrammed radio broadcasting What exactly does preprogrammed mean? Think about it, and break all the records Break the rules that bind and the ropes that restrain Preprogrammed like, 'You can't go there,' 'You can't do that' 'You can do this,' 'We don't allow that here.' 'Go back to where you came from,' 'What are you doing here?' I'm here because this is where I belong, This is my song that will be sung Welcome to my uproar It used to be an Opera, but I stabbed the fat lady With her horned helmet I hung the tenors from the curtains ropes Dare to orchestrate my life and tell me what to be I will be I will become I will be coming I will be coming out Just wait, wait and listen...Symphony in F U Written September 24th, 2001 © on Sep 25 2001 12:41 AM PST   0 • 9