Testo dramatica

i'd say it to the mayor

tell it to the papers

if you gave me a match

i'd torch the place
i'd do it as a favor

you can bet that i would savor

i'm just talking trash

as i destroy the place

friendship built you up

but i will tear you down

for all that i've become

that past still hangs around
it's hard enough to bear

what seems so unfair

that a moment went and changed you



the clouds never part there

the sun never rises

it is dark all the time

i mean no surprises

i'd say it to the mayor

tell it to the paper

if you give me a match

i'll burn the place