Let it be said I sold you out,
For the teeth that ache inside my mouth.
All my affairs have just turned south, for the way you're hassling me.
My claim to fame
Made me ashamed of the artifact that bears my name.
Anyhow, we know that it's all the same.

When the car flips over, the people fall out;
This is not something I can laugh about.
Somewhere there's a home where they're being missed.
Somewhere there's a wall beaten by a fist.

In candid talks I beg of you.
To cut all ties of you.
Better life comes to better lives
Than the one you lead.

She was pretty enough to have just once;
Then you left quite quietly.
As we all watched her belly swell,
We prayed a curse on you.

Going, "Why God? Why God? Why God, now?"

Writer : BURRY, STEVE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing