Give you an inch
you take a mile,
no wonder I lost
my famous smile.

Your motto is
“treat them mean”,
well I’m telling you
I’m no longer keen.

You fed me crumbs
to keep me sweet,
but you trampled me
beneath your feet.

The worm has turned,
the mouse has roared,
your hand has been bit,
you’ll do it no more.

You’ll go to hell
to rot and burn,
I’ve been there myself
and now it’s your turn.

You’ll get no sympathy from me,
I’m far too busy being free.