Slaughterhouse

she wrote dear john I love you but all good things must end

I’ve gone to live in Manchester with your best friend

I must have been so nieve I must have been a fool

she must have been two timing me and I never knew

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I gave her everything that I ever had

What’s he got that I ain’t got its driving me mad

Thrown to the slaughter house for somebody new

I’m gonna break that bitches neck that’s what I’m gonna do

Slaughter house slaughter house

Now I’m sitting in an empty room with no one as a friend

Just thinking what she’s doing with him I’m going round the bend

Now all that I think of is getting my revenge

I wonder if they think of me when they’re in bed

Slaughter house slaughter house