Woorden: Chantal Kreviazuk. Under These Rocks And Stones. Boot.

Never been here before
Never opened up this door
But I got a feelin'
It's just like the others

Never heard him laugh before
Never felt him feel before
But I got a feeling
It's just like the others

He's got a big boot
He's got a big hand
He's got a big fist
To put me down

Here we go again
Never heard him lie before
Never heard him cry before
But I got a feeling
It's just like all the others

Never heard him dream
Never felt it before
But I got a feeling
It's just like the others

He's got a big boot
And he's got a big hand
And he's got a big fist
To put me down

He's got a big mouth
And he's got big words
And he's got a big knife
To cut me down

Is it all because of the fall?
But it's not my fault
How long, how long
How long do I have to long?

Never been here before
Never walked through this door
But I got a feeling it won't be
Like the others

Even though he's got a big boot
And he's got a big hand
And he's got a big fist
He won't put me down

He's got a big mouth
Bet he's got a lot of big words
I bet he's got a big knife
But he don't cut me, cut me down

A big fist to even cut me down
I bet he's got a big mouth
Bet he's got some big words
Come on and see your big knife
Why don't you try to cut me down?