Had a thought it took me over
Got an eyeful and I cut it then I threw it
To the dogs that were sleeping in my stuff
Do my best it's just too dull
Didn't see that I was capable
of anything like that
So incensed, spoilt brat
Kevin, go and get my toolbox
Something needs fixing and it can't be done
By changing all the locks, cos I need to move within
Mother's voice belongs to him and it changes every day
Can't make up his mind to tell me what to do
Or what to say, in a ratio I'm amazed
What do you think that I'm afraid of?
Don't look at me that way or question it
Or use that tone of voice cos it's grating on my skin
I don't want to let you in
Cos I'm quiet deep inside
Give me some room if I'm not too polite
You fill him with disgust
Can't you see it's just a rut?
Chords by [email protected]