Just how long til you've had enough?
Your sharp stare and your razor tongue
And the blood that drips from your tongue
You're not one to stay satisfied
Will you run if I let you up?
IF, I let you up
You're clearly out of line
So don't you make a sound
Pour dear, when I arrive
I'm gonna put the hammer down
You just cry and don't do enough
Your alibis and your attitude
And the ones you keep under thumb
You're not one to apologize
But when it comes, what you gonna do
When it comes