Give me a week and he'll float, you'll see
Down a couple of drinks and roll up my sleeves
Because I've scraped the rust from the buckets
'cause they're yearning for his blood
That f**ing c*nt, he'll meet justice
Revenge is sweet, more secure than trust
This goes out to the better
That boy's gone swam a bit too far out
He's dived in far too deep out of his depth and that water's cold init?
Well you should feel her lies
That c*nt's stole a share of my warmth from between her thighs
This ain't done
I'll act will mirror a beauty pageant
As I'll watch all his mess dress the floor
But if I get the chance to show a little mercy
I'll call in sick so I can cut you some more
I'll choke his throat so tight he'll forget just what it takes to breathe
And for once he'll get to see a heart worn upon its sleeve
A heart that beats
Now he's got blood on my new trainers
But that was worth a f**ing quid or two
Advice is free because it's f**ing worthless
But I'll still scream it loud and I'll preach it true
Take what you're owed
I'll show him why we're low cla**
As I cut my wings down so fast
He'll bleed when thousands and thousands of co*kroaches scream