After you get rid of me. Who will the next fool be?. But I know, I know. Theres things I've got to know. About the girl I love so. . After all is said and done.
VERSE. Hell ain't got no fury. That can match your kind of scorn. You've got a lot of people. Sorta sorry you were born. . VERSE. The way you treated Jim . . . yeah.
Wait till the snow falls down on the doorstep. Wait till the branches make cracks on the sky. Wind at your window, screams while you sleepy. You live near your fire as the winter blows by.