Throwing empty threats Across at me in passing and I thought That you had grown on up But now I see you've been acting So childish and immature You hurt me with your words Called me a friend and played pretend But you've got it all backwards And I know That when all you wanna do is hurt me And you'll see There's little reward in stinging me like a bee I've seen your glare, your nasty looks Plotting scare after scare Don't come for me, I'll fight right back It's no fun if you won't play fair Oh me, oh my Not gonna let this one by Oh me, oh my Karma's got you high and dry Maybe you've slipped away With your nasty words in the past But oh not I I've taken my share of shots And I swear I'll be your last So unaware and ignorant I swear you choose to ignore The subtle hints and warnings That you feel aren't called for And I know That when all you wanna do is hurt me And you'll see There's little reward in stinging me like a bee I've seen your glare, your nasty looks Plotting scare after scare Don't come for me, I'll fight right back It's no fun if you won't play fair Oh me, oh my Not gonna let this one by Oh me, oh my Karma's got you high and dry And I thought We could make it work And I wanted To give you a chance But you just threw it all away So now, I'm gonna hold my stance And I know That when all you wanna do is hurt me And you'll see There's little reward in stinging me like a bee I've seen your glare, your nasty looks Plotting scare after scare Don't come for me, I'll fight right back It's no fun if you won't play fair

Two jumps and a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop Kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke another mirror You're turning into something you are not Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Drying up in conversation You will be the one who cannot talk All your insides fall to pieces You just sit there wishing you could still make love They're the ones who'll hate you When you think you've got the world all sussed out They're the once who'll spit at you You'll be the one screaming out Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry It's the best thing that you ever had, The best thing you ever, ever had It's the best thing that you ever had, The best thing you have had is gone away Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Don't leave me high, Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

He can make a blind man see the Lord They call him Eddie the butcher You can die by pistol or knife or sword They call him Eddie the butcher King of his trade and all the chaos that he made Visions displayed a thousand cuts from his blade Surgical precision carried out with a mission Security provision, never indecision He can make a blind man see the Lord They call him Eddie the butcher You can die by pistol or knife or sword They call him Eddie the butcher Likely sides with a big long knife Demon arise in a crimson sky King of the flies, leave no one alive No compassion, agonize He can make a blind man see the Lord They call him Eddie the butcher You can die by pistol or knife or sword They call him Eddie the butcher