When we say no to listen. When we say they’ve had enough.
You said that your a pacifist, but you seem to like it rough.
You been spitting out your vengeance and it sure sounds like pain.
It’s time you that were letting go or maybe planning some refrain.
Like the drunk that wants to party, when the home trot has begun.
You keep on beating that dead horse, and that dead horse is done.
You have taken all the patience, all the good vibes and the gold.
Now it’s time to take your leave and find new stories to be told.
