we used to throw ourselves to the lions and they'd just run off you shoulda heard them laugh when you turned your back they never liked your style
and i hope that you hang in waiting for what's not there that little mess you made when it all came down you shoulda saw your face
there was no one to stop it no one to hold you back i think i'll wait it all out until they cut you a deal it never made much sense i know you'll thank me someday