Yeah, well I won't change for you even if you think I 

talk too loud

If it wasn't for your playfulness I'd cauterize your 

useless mouth

When conversation is a hand grenade, the pin's on your 

finger

I can only try and play it down - you double the wager

Then you push me over - I hit my head on the table

Funny way to get through



Maybe it's doomed

If it's doomed

Okay, when's doomsday?



Later?

Some other time?

Tomorrow?

Yeah you're finally sick and tired of the same old ways

Sick of rolling round a piece of ground you're off to 

find the hay - hey hey!



Yeah well I know you hate my music and you think that I 

should throw it away

But I've got nothing to hold onto but the dreary xxxx I 

always play

I don't know what on earth I was seeing

I always knew it had to end - I didn't start believing

The writing's never on the wall - it covers the ceiling

I ain't gonna persuade you to say, you to say...



Later

Some other time

Tomorrow

Yeah, you're finally sick and tired of the same old way

Sick of rolling round a piece of ground you're off to 

find the hay - hey hey!



You've the eyes of evil, they fail to laugh.

Even trying to console they mock, they tear you in half