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Rain showers me in little relief

Standing on your doorstep at four a.m

My brain is shot and my eyes are blown

My fists clenched and thoughts raging

You sleep here with your wife

You like to choke her while you fuck

You like to call the shots

You like to think about you

Big shot sits in his boardroom

Making decisions for the rest of us

So I kick your door in

The house still silent

Its dangerous causes problems

Ban, ban, ban

So I slip to the foot of your bed

Hold my sopping arm in the air

Fuck the house of commons