My, oh, my, it's been some awkward years
Breakups, failures, unexplainable fears
Friends turned to foes, foes turned to friends
The fighting kept going 'til nothing's left to defend
I was lacking sleep, I was breaking down
I started popping pills although it made me frown

Weekend showgirls
Tramp city by night
They're on the prowl and ready for a slight
Piece of abuse
From someone rough, enough to amuse them
Shaking ass on stage
Like a red rag to all bulls full of rage
You prefer mr hyde
To dr jekyll and bitch, I will provide!
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