Well maybe Mister alcohol

 has booted up your chin

I find it leads to hospital

and informing the next of kin

But trying to get your own back

should never win anyway

Why don't you change your tack, Jack, and hear me when I say


Sweet Sweet Revenge

She carries a bitter sting

You go around believing in her

But she won't bring a thing


Well, I can well remember

My cool days back at school yeah yeah

You hit him, he hits you back

Well, that is all the rules

So my days were occupied yeah

By vendetta all the time

And any stain upon the floor

the blood was always mine


Sweet Sweet Revenge

She carries a bitter sting

You go around believing in her

But she won't bring a thing


(repeat)