Getting Back What’s Owed to Me
As I lay here, I think of what is owed to me
everything from those who’ve harmed me —
but let’s face, I won’t get it back, it’s history
repeat, repeat, repeating itself, I see.
A claim, not filed, with The Department of Howington
oh, I feel so sad for those who’ve wronged me, departing
but owed to me is what they gave; I’ve finally got something
as I pick it from their miserable grave.
A handful of flesh is all I need, because it’s a reminder
of what was owed to me -
it’s a lovely gift, I finally got paid
so now I must loan more fools what they ask for, in chains.