He is gonna chase you in and out of a dream You're not gonna thank him and I'm tired of this dream Take him on occassion in the back of the room If they don't show any affection he'll died in June See the stab wounds in his hands See him dying in his room He's dying in his room He's dying in his room Heading for me, heading this way He is coming, I don't care I don't want to thank you, well I don't mind Gave his only pleasures to a friend of mine He's not gonna catch you in a lighted room You don't thank him I know I should See the stab wounds in his hands You killed him, I don't care Keep a promise, you would too Keep a promise, you would too See the silence in his head He is coming, I don't care We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind They don't want to thank him, they don't have any time In a conversation whom they don't know They don't have any patience, they're becoming slow See a famine in his head See him coming at their heels He loves you, give him a chance I don't love him, I don't care See him starving, give her hell It is over, we don't care