Diary Song

How could you read out my diary And let all these men laugh at me? I'm so sick and tired of your bullshit You've run out of gas in your cockpit And after all I have done for you I gave you a home, food, booze too And this is how you betray me You sit there and read out my diary? How could you read out his diary? It warrants a police inquiry And after all he has done for you He gave you a home, food, booze too And this is how you repay him If he punched you, we would not blame him So be on your guard Tonight in your bed By tomorrow morning You could be dead Watch your back We're watching you We were a team And now we're through Be on your guard Tonight in your bed By tomorrow morning You could be dead