Resentment is best served cold.
With a glass of red rum.
Who says we should share?
Hell that would mean someone would have to care.
Born to be great.
Turned out only to hate.
Truth hidden in smoke.
Everyone laughs at a joke.
Bitter tears.
Drowning for years.
Would be great to be great.
Turns out I only hate.
Who should we blame?
Stop being fucking lame.
Nothing matters.
Not you, not me.
Keep it moving, we've got places to be.
No time around here for such matters.
Resentment is best served cold.
With a glass of red rum.
Re-read that,
Back words, backwards.
Tired of biting my tongue.
Hate the taste of my own blood.
See how I made you think one thing.
When really it was another.
Bitter sweet.
Think of that the next time we meet.
Resentment is best served cold.
With a glass of red rum.
