Dear unlock the door

You're acting like a child

When you've said it yourself

We are at war

How dare you turn on me now

Right when I need you most

I wish I could have seen their faces when they heard the news

Now that's the sort of smack that leaves a bruise



The victory is ours at last

I beat them at their own dirty game

They pervert the words of godly men

For their own selfish gain

I took their wrong and I took their lies

and I made them right, I made them right



Oh, look who it is

It's my subordinate wife

and she thinks she's going to squeal

Hey where do you think you're going?

Don't you walk away from me

You put down that telephone

You're not calling anyone