Now You're Gonna Get It

Are you planning to escape?

Are you crumbling for the evening when I'm asleep and you're awake?

I swear to God, I'd take it to the grave

But are you planning your escape?

She's a wonderful actress

Who'll be counting your mistakes

Who'll be holding back pig-tailed hair

While you're throwing up your birthday cake?

Here's your makeup, shut your face

You'll be easily replaced

So was it much to ask for?

A breadcrumb and backhand

And it wasn't much we needed

We got a casket in quicksand

But now you're gonna get it

My buttercup, slow down

'Cause your doctors and lawyers can't save your ass now