The Cockroach

I’m not your friend, my bayonet,
Covered in blood, from hilt to end,
Please understand, it wasn’t my plan,
All that you are, all that you’ve been
I’m in your house, I’m in your bed,
I’m in the walls when you’re sleeping,
I called you up on the weekend,
To see if you’re still ringing
Argue and leave, checking to see,
Who follows out, into the street,
Death is a curse, I will not go first,
Famous last words, «It could have been worse»
I’m in your house, I’m in your bed,
I’m in the walls when you’re sleeping,
I called you up on the weekend,
To see if you’re still ringing