Close the door

Fall on the floor

Cry some more

There is no delight

There is no end in sight

Only doing what’s right

Only saying what’s polite

Close the door

Fall down on the floor

Cry some more for some one’s poor

Poor to the poor

No more any more.

Any thing left for what’s in store

Nothing but the best for my whore.

Close the door –cry on the door

Dry the floors do your chores

There is no delight in doing what’s right.

There is no justice in being polite.

Ignore me again and get ready for a fight.

Close the door- bang your head against the floor

Do some damage -damage to the pores- cut open the sores

Do it some- do it some more

Close the door point the gun not at the floor.

Its over now- its only for now- down on the floor -now

No longer the clown no fear to drown just down dead on the ground.

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