Frances she lost forty pounds, so what about me?

Well I don't know much about anything 

But I know I've got to pay

They never feed me, never let me watch T-V

They're gonna wish they never fucked with me



Spotlight pointed in my face, what's going on?

They're about to punish me for something that all of us would have done

I managed to escape, but I wasn't gone for long

They're holding me down, twisting my arm saying "You're the one to blame"



Still I haven't got a clue what's really on my mind

If you just got off my back the truth will be easier to find



How can I say that it was I? how can I say that it was I who broke the chain?

So what's with me? i'm such a mess

Mr. Twistmyarm is forcing me to confess



Don't know what's come over me, don't know what popped out

But I think I'm beginning to sense what this is really all about

They're looking for someone like me

For someone to blame, to take a fall, to take a dive 

For someone they can frame  



Still I haven't got a clue what's really on my mind

If you just got off my back the truth will be easier to find