Today was mood-swing Saturday. First I was bored, then I was door-slamingly angry for no apparent reason, now I'm in a "get shit done and take no prisoners" mood.
It's only when your poison spreadsInto the life you hope to liveAnd suddenly you wake upIn a shaking panic, now
You set me up like a lamb to slaughterGarbo ask the farmer's daughterUnbelievable the gospel according to whoI lay right down
All you sad and lost apostlesHum my name and flair their nostrilsChoking on the bones you toss to them
I'm not one to sit and spin'Cos living well is the best revengeBaby, I am calling you on that.
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