Probation – D.R.I. – letras

They set the rulesThey want me to breakTake all my moneySet me straightThen they confine meMake me check inAnalyze my pissAsk me where I’ve beenThey send me to classesThat say I’ve been badTake some more moneyProve to me I’ve been hadAnd they’ll keep on tryingTo straighten me outAnd the more that they tryThe more I doubtThis system of correctionsThat they put me throughHasn’t brought about changeBut, this is nothing new