He's had enough of the push and the shove
When there's no giving up when you've already given up hope
He has his head in his hands, laid on the floor as they stand
They surround and crowd, how intimidating
With a fist and a kick they can get their way
Outnumbered and each one don't know their place
And they've all probably had a few too many tonight
He's accustomed to the bullying
But he's flustered when they're finished with him
This isn't a game of hide and seek
They just want a fracas, to leave you in the street
A photo in your memory temporarily gives you potential revenge
But can he handle the aggro? Has he got a gut to spend?
And he can make a home-made molotov cocktail pretty decently
Let's hope now the fire in his eye'll set his skeletons free
He can play these games in his head - they can never put his demons to bed
But he can see the flat where they hang out, how well in real life can he play?
Oh way-e-ey mr.postman will I have to sign for this package today?
He's not accustomed to the bullying
They'll each have battle scars when he's finished with 'em
This isn't a game of hide and seek
He just wants to get his own back, to prove to himself he's not weak
And he watches it all burn
He listens to the agony
He listens to the agony
He knows right well what he's done
And he just smiles
No comments:
Post a Comment