Oh baby, you didn’t know that I’m bad news,
But now it’s time to let you go,
And have you pay your dues.
Give me all you got and a little more,
I’m entitled to your life now;
All’s fair in love and war.
I know it’s a lot to ask and it’ll never be enough,
But now that I’m fed up,
It’s time that you pay up.
You owe me back every dime,
And not the kind of payment,
That runs off a credit line.
You have one shot,
And you reap just what you sow,
But it’s all predisposed in this vocation that you chose.
I’ve got a whole kingdom full of sheep,
Spinning straw into gold,
But my greatest feat is that when I’m done with you, I’ll leave you out stone-broke in the cold.