You got every shade of color to gray Before your eyes dolled up to play I'm not crazy though you like to think so It doesn't matter, it's just a show, I lay Twenty four hours a day naked on your silver plate Twenty four seven indignities Through the peephole You've got gun control Now pull the trigger, turn on the light I'll be your target for the rest of the night I won't protest, you know I'm vain Been told the infamy is just a part of this game I lay Twenty four hours a day naked on your silver plate Twenty four seven indignities Through the peephole You've got gun control Close your eyes to see What a shit-naive dream You chose to believe But now you're in too deep I got every shade of color to gray To paint myself the way you want me to be You're not crazy, though I like to think so It doesn't matter, it's just a show so Twenty four hours a day naked on your silver plate Twenty four seven indignities Twenty fours a day footloose so I can't escape Twenty four seven on your dismay Through the peep hole You've got gun control