Martyr's Pose Lyrics

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Martyr's Pose Lyrics

Father checked out prematurely, mother drank away her soulYou became the whipping boy for an angry, bitter manWhen you see this much this young you learn to cope as best you canThe trick's to look remorseful, but never shoulder any blameCondition their responses, that's the way to play the gameCrocodile tears atream from your eyesShoot an anguished look up at the skyThen it's arms outstretched, and a southbound noseYour defensive stanceYour martyr's poseIt's now your nature, it fits you like a second skinYou adopt your tortured posture when you feel their patience wearing thinTell me how much alienationHow much bitterness have you tastedHow many years were wasted trying to turn dead roses redYou typecast yourself in this role - your martyr's pose

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