There's that man at the end of his rope again
Begging me just to cut him down
Leave him wanting nothing but a bit of bread
Maybe some cash the next time I come around
But I won't let that bastard fool me
I've got the upper hand this time
If he thinks that he's in charge
That he's the one who'll school me
I don't mind
'Coz I know what I get when I close
My hand into a fist
I can't remember what I've missed
I've broken teeth through lower lips
I've given throats a mighty grip
And if he thinks that he'll be spared
He's got another think to come
You think I care he knows I'm scared
That only spurs me motherfucker better run
That only spurs me motherfucker better run
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