The joke's on you
You're hiding at the back of the room
Now [bad word] out to find you
You made your last mistake
You pushed me way too [bad word] far
How dare you [bad word] doubt me?

If you're putting your [bad word] above the things that count
Then your days are numbered
And you can count me out
Open up your eyes, and try and find something in life
Instead of sitting around
Chatting [bad word] to my friends

I value the things I have
But they don't mean everything
They don't mean half as much as friendship means

I'll [bad word] find you
Of that I'm sure [bad word] take me on
And I'll assure
That you [bad word] back for more
I'll [bad word] find you
Of that I'm sure
And I won't stop
Til your blood's on the floor