You Can't Tell a Man by the Song He Sings
Too occupied by a list of faults.
Things had happened deliberately.
Didn't clock the horders stare.
Shadowing the steps back to you.
How did this low-life piece of shit,
How does he get off with it?
The shadow spat, the stalker plunged.
Now a small puddle on the floor.
If I got someone I got you.
Writer/s: Thomas Hill, Robert Hollamby, Jake Dore, Harry Fanshawe
