Petty poets with poison pens
Forcing rhymes to get revenge
They better get the person
Who got them good
Themselves, themselves, themselves

You hide the [bad word] when I walk in
Eat your [bad word] with a grin
You better get the person
Who got you good
Yourself, yourself, yourself

Isn't it nice you don't have to look far
To find the person who leave the deepest scar
Isn't it sad that as long as you live
You are the [bad word] up
You can't forgive

It's my view of life and I think it's [bad word] You know I'm hurt it's not the same for you
I better get the person who got me good
Myself, myself, myself

Isn't it nice I don't have to look far
To find the person who leaves the deepest scar
Isn't it sad that as long as I live
I am the [bad word] up
That I can't forgive