• Trademark Truths
  • Tim Friesen
  • Verse 1:
    So you think you can break me down?
    Knock my feet from up on the ground.
    I'm a monster you will see!
    Cut my teeth on the ol' chopping tree.

    Chorus:
    All the glitter that painted your face, (was)
    A humongous craving, for a bumbled disgrace.
    Wash the moustache on tyrannical feud:
    A family of mongrels not willing to chew.

    Verse 2:
    I don't belong in your prophetic box,
    (Just a joke for your wordsmith's crock).
    Stereotype till you know who I am,
    While I unravel your master plan.

    Chorus

    Bridge

    Verse 3:
    Eighteen chords wrapped around your neck,
    Ear worm fissures noting candid dialect.
    Count the losses, channel all your rage,
    A gaggle is worthy in your life-changing maze

    Chorus