Slam the Door — Revolutionary Exchange Productions

You made me cry, cry, cry
You made me wanna get high
You made me curse the sky
So now I bid your ass goodbye

Beginning at the very get go
Life with you was fairly gitmo
You're kinda like the summer of 69
A pretty surface but not much behind your eyes

Okay you were kinda smart
But any dissent and you ripped out our fucking hearts
I'm so tired of being fucking tired
Bout time my life on this rock expired

I don't wanna be with you
I gotta slam the door
I gotta shut the door
I don't wanna be with you
I gotta slam the door
I gotta lock the door
I don't wanna be with you
I gotta slam the door
I gotta close the door
I don't wanna be with you
I gotta slam the door
I gotta slam the door

When I see you now night of the living dead
You couldn't pay me bae to give you any head
If I gotta be with you life ain't worth it guy
I look at you and I get dry

We fucked every day and it wasn't half bad
But out of bed you fucking drove me mad
Now when you say you wanna go go go
I zip up my pants and say no means no

Please go away, don't darken my day
This ain't a play, this ain't your lucky day
I'm done I never thought I'd be free
Listen baby it's its you not me

Not getting philosophical, it starts with the optical
Told my goddamn brain stop you fool
But it doesn't end there, you don't fight fair
Pushing on the gas, going nowhere

Creating hell to earth, that's your curse
You burn me up with those devil eyes, boo
You are the reason that the children cry, too
Mephistopholes could learn a few fucking things from you

I get more pleasure when I jam fucking skewers in my eyes than I ever ever did with you
You're gone now I can rest in peace
You're gone now and I'm through

I don't want you any more
I don't want you any more
I don't want you any more
I don't want you any more