The Point of View

Oh my god in what am I saying Am I speaking my mind Well what am I thinking I'm not telling any lies My mouth can only speak the truth From my point of view From my point of view Well shake my hand Pleased to meet you It's a pleasure How's the weather up there Cause right now your head is held high And my head hangs low So lock me in a cage And keep me there forever Throw the key down the drain And never ever let me go My head hangs low You gotta let me go You gotta let me go You gotta let me go You gotta let me go You gotta let me go You gotta let me go You gotta let me go You gotta let me go Oh my god what am I saying Am I speaking my mind Well what am I thinking I'm not telling any lies My mouth can only speak the truth From my point of view From my point of view