Serve It Cold
He's an arsehole
Vile, nasty piece of work
If you knew anything about him, you would know he's a jerk
I do what I can and I aim to please
The very next day he'll have you down on your knees
My sense of self-worth can't take any more
I'm waiting for the time that I can settle the score
Once I have my plan, I'll sit out and wait
When he walks in unaware of his fate
1 or 2 metres of Grunt rope
1 or 2 pieces of Bunnings soap
A jerry can full of gasoline
A pair of gloves to remain unseen
I will remember all you've done
Read out the treacheries one by one
You're gonna regret all you've done
Your day of judgement has come
There is no use for your apologies now
Nothing can be done to save you now
You're caught in my web; this is checkmate
You'll have to come to terms that this is now your fate
Your day of judgement has come
I'm not crazy, just pushed to the edge
Everything was calm till I stepped off that ledge
I've become the man I don't want to be
Now you're gonna pay for what you've done to me
It's time to pay
1 or 2 metres of Grunt rope
1 or 2 pieces of Bunnings soap
A jerry can full of gasoline
A pair of gloves to remain unseen
I will remember all you've done
Read out the treacheries one by one
You're gonna regret all you've done
Your day of judgement has come
Your day of judgement has come
We are now rid of your scum
There's nothing you can do
On the day I get revenge on you
Serve revenge and serve it cold
Vile, nasty piece of work
If you knew anything about him, you would know he's a jerk
I do what I can and I aim to please
The very next day he'll have you down on your knees
My sense of self-worth can't take any more
I'm waiting for the time that I can settle the score
Once I have my plan, I'll sit out and wait
When he walks in unaware of his fate
1 or 2 metres of Grunt rope
1 or 2 pieces of Bunnings soap
A jerry can full of gasoline
A pair of gloves to remain unseen
I will remember all you've done
Read out the treacheries one by one
You're gonna regret all you've done
Your day of judgement has come
There is no use for your apologies now
Nothing can be done to save you now
You're caught in my web; this is checkmate
You'll have to come to terms that this is now your fate
Your day of judgement has come
I'm not crazy, just pushed to the edge
Everything was calm till I stepped off that ledge
I've become the man I don't want to be
Now you're gonna pay for what you've done to me
It's time to pay
1 or 2 metres of Grunt rope
1 or 2 pieces of Bunnings soap
A jerry can full of gasoline
A pair of gloves to remain unseen
I will remember all you've done
Read out the treacheries one by one
You're gonna regret all you've done
Your day of judgement has come
Your day of judgement has come
We are now rid of your scum
There's nothing you can do
On the day I get revenge on you
Serve revenge and serve it cold
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Mark Frost-camilleri
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