SlaveTo an early graveTo that bed you madeNow you've
got to lay down in itSlaveSlaveSee now what you've
doneSee what you've becomeYou know that I see right
through itSlaveThey branded youToo much of a good thingBlack
and blueYou wear it like some ball and chainSlaveSlaveDig
your lovers tombWhat you trying to do nowCome on,
let's get down to itSlaveYeah they branded youToo much
of a good thingBlack and blueYou wear it like some
ball and chainSlave(Whose shoes are you trying to fill?Who's
driving you up that hill?)When I was youngAnd I must
have been naiveFor every word of every lie I would
believeI would still belongTo a love that's strongAnd
I'd be freeWhen I was youngAnd I know I was naiveFor
every word of every lie I would believeI could still
belongTo a love that's strongAnd I'd be free
(Whose shoes are you trying to fill?Who's driving you up that hill?)