Woorden: Gc5 (The). Never Bet The Devil Your Head. The Long Goodbye.

Another time, a different page,
when ignorance was all the rage,
I used to count my blessings to know you.
It's mouths like yours that spread disease,
and everyone in your sight is weak at the knees,
waiting for your true intentions to show through.

Call in the exterminator,
this place is full of bugs.
Rats show their faces later,
when you've already pulled the plug.

Boys like you don't wear no crowns,
and girls like you dont wear no frowns,
they're only jesters in someone else's court.
Discontented but entaertained,
dangerous but easily contained,
looking to someone to hold their fort.

Call in the exterminator,
this place is full of bugs.
Rats show their faces later,
when you've already pulled the plug.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to turn,
after all your bridges burn,
got no shoulders you can cry on,
and no one you can rely on.
Apologies, the most that you'll admit

Another time, a different page,
when ignorance was all the rage,
I used to count my blessings to know you.
It's mouths like yours that spread disease,
and everyone in your sight is weak at the knees,
waiting for your true intentions to show through.

Call in the exterminator,
this place is full of bugs.
Rats show their faces later,
when you've already pulled the plug.

You and I can meet
where the avenues hit the streets,
and we'll settle our score of problems once and for all.
I'll meet you in the park,
an hour after dark,
and I'll try to talk but you'd rather see a brawl.
When your heroes and villains converge,
another picture will emerge.
Did we ever think that this would end with such a long goodbye?