David F. Bello - Turning The Tables lyrics

The boats speeding away Is not just another hunter Who doesn't know Where nature gives its place The half-red arrow Coming from my chest Is just another way To pull the hook from my face I'm like an open book With no cover And just A rope for a spine Up on a gla** shelf Just high enough To meet Your eyes You always give me the last word But look who's talking now If those two Mess this up for me this time I guess I'll just Have to k** them Because this Is the last chance To do something Productive before bedtime And if the hallways clear And you won't tell your best friend Then I Can join the ranks Of crystal-smoking rednecks And pill-swallowing bullies Into goth And living with their parents