"Paid To Mold"
I change when paid to mold
Fifty one cent each new pull
I’m included in the price
I like the way I am usually
But if you want change, that’s life
And I’m sure the feeling’s mutual inside
Crank it up, throw the spange
Into the machine, make the change
Give me a new look without my permission
Even if I could talk, I doubt you’d listen
Decide the makeover sketch before you pay
Can’t go back to a previous day
Make sure it meets your specifications
Not much room, though, for complications
If I had control, if I wasn’t
An inanimate object easy to fold, doesn’t
It bother you that I’ll never be the same
Do I have to point my new face at who’s to blame?
Keep the change to yourself
Don’t spend it loosely like someone else
