' Oh, you have left my heart, black and blue. Just like your father did to you. How does it feel, knowing you're barely alive? See through bloodshot eyes, you're left empty inside. There I was, strung out and drug through the mud. I must agree, you're just like me. And when you die, I won't be at your wake, No eulogy from me Just a smile on my face. And while God might be busy With judging your soul I will have slept with the girl That you loved most. '