What gives you the right
To stick your hand in my pocket
I've worked hard for my things
You just can't take them
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you cry like an animal from the pack
And I never, ever said it was fair and I can't see the point in talking to you
I want to k** something
I want to k** something
I want to k** something
I want to k** something
I didn't ask you here
This weight that I'm feeling
Two wrongs might make this right
Revenge is fleeting
I I I I I I I I call like an animal with an instinct
And contempt springs to mind when I think of what used to mine
I want to k** something
I want to k** something
I want to k** something
I want to k** something
I want to k** something
I want to k** something
I want to k** something
I want to k** something