I'm done with this
and I'm counting to 10
And when I open my eyes
You better by gone
Or I'll kill you myself.
Ya hear me?
I'll get you myself.

The middle man's out
The first person wins
You ain't even in this race
So who's gonna win?
You're a blessing that burns
That burns deep in hell
Such a pity, such a shame
That I know you so well.
Oh well, pardon me,
You don't know what I seek!
"Just a pretty, lovely face
Too often filled with tears,"
Is that what you think?
Is that what you see?
Such a pity, such a shame,
You don't really know me.