I'm crying in my room
Everything clouds over around me
She left with a posh kid
He's got a white Ford Fiesta
Through the park I see them walk past
When they kiss I feel awful
I'm going to get back at that f*ggot
I'm going to cover his neck with itching powder
Suffer, d*ckhead, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder
Suffer, d*ckhead, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder
He's bought five or six
I'm going to smash up his car
I've got it ready, I'm going tonight
You won't laugh at me ever again
Sorry, kid, you're going to die
You took what I loved most from me
And she'll come back to me, she'll come back someday
Suffer, d*ckhead, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder
Suffer, d*ckhead, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder
Suffer, d*ckhead, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder
Suffer, d*ckhead, give me back my girl
Or you'll writhe in itching powder