When life shuts the doors Locks my spirit outside Throws crumbs on the floor And my pleas are denied The hunger I feel Sweeps all your rubbish aside I feed on your deceit It makes me feel alive Even… (Even)…if you think I’m not bothered anymore Even… (Even)…if you think I won’t settle the score Even… (Even)…if you think you’ve somehow got clean away I’ll get even… (Even)… Even with you someday It’s people like you Who have treated me wrong You know what I’ll do When my time comes along The anger I feel Turns round emotions inside Revenge is like a wheel It gives my life its drive Even… (Even)…if you think I’m not bothered anymore Even… (Even)…if you think I won’t settle the score Even… (Even)…if you think you’ve somehow got clean away I’ll get even… (Even)… Even with you someday Even… (Even)…with you someday Even… (Even)…with you someday (Instrumental section) The anger I feel Churns round emotions inside Revenge is the flywheel That gives my life its drive Even… (Even)…if you think I’m not bothered anymore Even… (Even)…if you think I won’t settle the score Even… (Even)…if you think you’ve somehow got clean away I’ll get even… (Even)… Even with you someday Even… (Even)…with you someday Even… (Even)…with you someday Lyrics © Chris Breen, November 2004
Excellent song.
Excellent song.