The Union

Is this something that you thought you could do And even get away with now? When cries come from the ones Who broke their backs for you And lost everything that they ever had. Write this down, and lie through your teeth As you smile, but never forget. It won't happen again Blood from a wound that was open Is where it drank it's life away. Then we saw you, So choke on the mess you made, And don't think about what could have been. Just feel this knife in your back when this record spins. Is this something that you thought you could do And even get away with?