Hands Are Tied

Witness, my witness, i call my first one to the stand.
I wrote this for myself, not for you - you wouldnt understand
that im surrogate and suffer this but no matter what i do
theres more
but im happy if your happy so what the hell are we fighting for
my hands are tied and i cant break in
this path aint mine
did what i could
but the ink my name's in might aswell be blood

A briefcase a businessman the board
I wont lick boots or kiss feet
I'll mockerise this puppetry, never give in and suck the teat
"but you shifted naught, zero. Maybe ten but not much more"
well i'm happy if your happy so what the hell are we fighting for

My hands are tied and i cant break in
this path aint mine
did what i could
but the ink my name's in might aswell be blood

Did you read the oldest joke in the book
It's on the final page