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Maimed for the Masses Lyrics

I swore that I'd make good on the dreams of my forgotten youth
although no one believed me if you want to know the truth
I would dive off of the cages just like the Superfly
I thought it was my destiny but in time it was a lie
yes I would get the girls and I would beat the rest
and I would finally get that big red heart tattooed upon my chest
ten pounds of gold around my waist that says that I'm the best
but we all know that it was not to be
now I'm a monster - my body's been destroyed
yet here I stand - still gainfully employed
ready to maim myself for the masses to enjoy
it's all in a hard day's work for Mrs. Foley's baby boy
Mrs. Foley's baby boy
for Mrs. Foley's baby boy
Mrs. Foley's baby boy
Leon broke my nose and severed off my ear
so when the nurse asked me if it was real I couldn't even hear
The barbs from crowds more painful than those that hang on wires
I have this sacred calling nothing else could drive me higher
well the tacks go in and the blood comes out
and I'll never get the girls with my two front teeth knocked out
a needle in my spine means I can fight another bout
and take a guess when that next bout will be
now I'm a monster - my body's been destroyed
yet here I stand - still gainfully employed
ready to maim myself for the masses to enjoy
it's all in a hard day's work for Mrs. Foley's baby boy
Mrs. Foley's baby boy
for Mrs. Foley's baby boy
Mrs. Foley's baby boy
sold out every night
Lon Chaney in tights
now I'm a monster - my body's been destroyed
yet here I stand - still gainfully employed
ready to maim myself for the masses to enjoy
it's all in a hard day's work for Mrs. Foley's baby boy
Mrs. Foley's baby boy
for Mrs. Foley's baby boy
for Mrs. Foley's baby boy
for Mrs. Foley's baby boy
Mrs. Foley's baby boy
Mrs. Foley's baby boy
Mrs. Foley's baby boy
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