This is a song about "Lead"

I feel like im just made of lead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

The last of a breed, that won't ask for the lead

You have a hound on a lead,

So if i do call it's just a check

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

I was suicdal, but by that man i was lead,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

You have a hound on a lead,

In a few years ima be taking the lead

I work hard for everything i get

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

So you can follow, or pretend to lead