Model Prisoner (5/12/23)

I'm going to do the first verse again, right from here I used to be a model prisoner Now I don't hide my weight I used to be most improved Now I'm overrated Oh I love the smoke of virtue Hanging round the gate I'm a problem This is my gift When you're breathless To call the races When billions are the tears And obliging are the graces When you don't know if you're horny Or in the Hitler youth The changes make you lonely As though you lost your only friend You used to be an animal Now you're a forgetting machine Adding and subtracting Trying to stay supreme If you want to be good so bad Why don't you tell me what it means At least enjoy the problem In your dreams I used to be a model prisoner Now I don't hide my weight I used to be most improved Now I'm overrated Oh I love the smoke of virtue Hanging round the gate I'm a problem This is my gift You used to be a model prisoner You were number one You used to be most improved Now you're most undone Don't you love the smoke of virtue Where the rains come from Mmm...