I'm puttin' up a levy to keep the ragin'
River of manure from my front door
My pay off was pity
I'm ready for more
I've got a sucker punched tarred and feathered heart
It can beat no more in vain
Like the bitterest pill with your sordid thrill
You run a franchise on my pain
The best that can be said for you
Is you couldn't get no worse
We ride side by side on the liquorice ride
My heart is a hole you make one
More slip and I fall...
To the bottom of the barrel
The more I pour
The more I pain
The more I burn
With loss and shame
