Show \'em

Why is it always my fault
Why does it come my way
I hate this pass the blame stuff
One day ill make them pay

One day ill do something real bad
One day ill shok \'em good
I\'ll force them to respect me
And treat me how they should

I\'ll take away their last chance
I\'ll take away that smile
I\'ll show \'em what im made of
I\'ll make \'em run a mile

They need a lesson teaching
Drummed into them for good
They need the new rules laid down to them
Id show \'em if I could

They\'ll learn to see things my way
I\'ll turn their attitudes round
And if they want some trouble
I\'ll talk \'em to the ground

I\'m fed up of this conflict
Can\'t they see it\'s wrong
They need to change their ways now
This has gone on far too long

This world is being destroyed
Can\'t they see Im right
Why do they persist to disagree
And put up this huge fight

I want to know their reasons
There must be some for sure
\'Cause if there isn\'t any
What is all this fuss for?

I need to know why do this
Why not another way
Why do they opress us
And keep us in delay

I want them to look in my eyes
And tell me just once more
Why they make each day for us
Such a bloody chore