Below the Belt

They called me a liar, a cheat and a thief they called me a sleaze and a creep they said

I was stupid, they said

I was wrong they told me my brain was asleep they new all along that

I'd take revenge get even for all of their lies the truth doesn't hurt as much as this dirt so now

I must plot their demise

Don't: don't critisize or try to be wise or

I'll kick you in the teeth don't: don't make me fight, at least not tonight or they'll be laying your wreath

Don't know who they are but they can't be far so

I'll hurt them down and make 'em pay

I've heard it before,

I've heard it too much

I heard it only yesterday they think they are smart, thy think they're tough well let 'em say it to my face cause when

I am through,

I'll promise you below the belt, my fist

I'll place