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