Silver ball

My head is spinning and shaking
Hypocrites are fucking with my mind
Puppets on a string
People without a backbone 
No opinion of their own
Sometimes 
My head feels like a pinball machine
But I won’t slam tilt

Plastic soup and dirty rivers
Chemicals in our food
Permitted bij the commision
Legal massmurderers
Animals slaughtered
All for profit
Sometimes
My head feels like a pinball machine
And I try not to slam tilt

I love my wife and son
Worry a fathers worry
They are my safety net
Keeping me from going under
But still
Sometimes 
My head feels like a pinball machine
And I won’t slam tilt

Live goes up and down
Think too much
Fuck all the stupid rules
Keep on messing fuck you all
I won’t slam tilt
‘cause I love the silver ball