For the very last time
it's not right.
What are you $#&@in' blind?

I could've sworn we broke up in 1985.

You got nerve you (*##$!


I keep telling you please
don't call again;

cause it's the same $#&@in' grind
all over again and again, because...


You got nerve you (*##$!

Early in the morning

I get a drunk dial
I can't deny with a smile.


You got Served!

I can't put my finger on

what you've done to me!
It's the danger that drives me, yeah!


You don't understand;
rejection causes the plan.
The reaper is calling again she said,


Where you been, you (*##$!


Roll up to your home.
You're not alone.
I guess I gotta do both!

So I bargain a sanction with ghosts they said,

You got served you (*##$!


Dirty in the mourning.
I get a mistrial

and now inside I can smile!

You got served!


I can't put my finger on
what you've done to me!

It's the danger that drives me, yeah!
I can't put my finger on!
Pull my strings then divide me yeah!


What we had was a royal blasphemy.
In spite of me,

you chose to pursue your goals
and kill methodically.
And normally I would be the one to say

that I am sorry;
but that's not me.
I swear I'm gonna make you see!


I can't put my finger on
what you've done to me!

It's the danger that drives me, yeah!
I can't put my finger on!
Pull my strings then divide me yeah!


It's the danger...
It's the danger...

It's the danger that drives me, yeah!