true love is going out like vinyl you said it, and you don't mince your words your decision, you said it ain't final don't lie, I know what I heard the hate, grows in you like cancer your face, a mask of sympathy you talk incessantly with ranker I swear, swear you're killing me but there's one thing I can tell you that I won't be hanging around---yeah it's a good thing you ain't a horse or I'd have to put you down you laugh, and I know that it thrills you you relish in peoples' misery I swear, one day I will kill you for all the pain you've given me but there's one thing I can tell you that I won't be hanging around it's a good thing you ain't a horse or I'd have to put you down the last time that I saw you you were running around a track chasing after something that ain't never coming back well this ain't the kentucky derby, and you are no thoroughbred, your legs have not been broken a gun's not at your head Well good luck, as you seek your fame and fortune you know, know I wish you well and I dream of guns and knives and torture I swear, I'll see you in hell