You say it’s me that’s in the wrong
You lie to me to keep you strong.
Take advantage of a broken mind
But when I seek I will find.
Rest in peace your reputation
Last train left the station.
The laughing stock of our small nation
Don’t turn to me for your salvation.
You made your bed now lie in it
Stir the pot up floats the shit.
And the reasons that sound good
Are not sound reasons. Understood?