Sing to me of a Time gone rotten
And all the lights that lead the way are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how.
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand ,sometimes you turn your back to the wind.
I'm going home gonna load my shut gun. Wait by the door and light a cigarette. He wants a fight well now he's got one. He ain't seen me crazy yet. He slapped my face and shook me like a rag doll, don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what a real girl's made of; gun powder and lead.
I won't let no body hurt you. So, if you're mad get mad. Don't hold it all inside. Come on and talk to me now.