Interfere

Author: Matthew Scott /John Pfeifer

The last time I saw her she was going upstairs,
to meet the new people that thought she was theirs.
She paused for a moment to wipe off her brow,
'cause the boys will require a sacrifice now...

Don't tell me you're not happy here
Don't tell me that you did it out of fear
Don't tell me you want one more beer
Don't tell me that I won't interfere

She kept up the stairs and soon she was gone,
unaware of the crowd roaring her on.
Many men had made sure that she would arrive,
but she may not have ever left that room alive.

Don't tell me you're not happy here
Don't tell me that I won't interfere