Putting you in the shade I'm afraid

All of those times when you were whipping me

It took it's toll though it was hard to see

I had a feeling that I'd come out tops

There'd be a silver lining when i let you drop

Dropping you in the drink i think

Show me a farmer with a golden goose

He makes sure that he never lets it loose

Cos if he does then the eggs ain't laid

Then the crops don't grow

And the haystacks don't get made

Cutting you to the quick cos you're sick

Pointed your gun at me just once to much

My line of defence wasn't hard to judge

And now you're ruing as you cross the street

But it's too late now cos I'm off and i found my feet



Putting you in the shade I'm afraid