Sleeping In The Bath

Give me a week and he'll float, you'll see

Down a couple of drinks and roll up my sleeves

Because I've scraped the rust from the buckets

'cause they're yearning for his blood

That fucking cunt, he'll meet justice

Revenge is sweet, more secure than trust

This goes out to the better

That boy's gone swam a bit too far out

He's dived in far too deep out of his depth and that water's cold init?

Well you should feel her lies

That cunt's stole a share of my warmth from between her thighs

This ain't done

I'll act will mirror a beauty pageant

As I'll watch all his mess dress the floor

But if I get the chance to show a little mercy

I'll call in sick so I can cut you some more

I'll choke his throat so tight he'll forget just what it takes to breathe

And for once he'll get to see a heart worn upon its sleeve

A heart that beats

Now he's got blood on my new trainers

But that was worth a fucking quid or two

Advice is free because it's fucking worthless

But I'll still scream it loud and I'll preach it true

Take what you're owed

I'll show him why we're low class

As I cut my wings down so fast

He'll bleed when thousands and thousands of cockroaches scream