Fat Lady Sings
John Son
What I am bequeath is above reproach
And beneath despair
Half my copybook used up and not enough to talk about
When I'm not there
CHORUS
Strip the paint
Drain the oil
Let me boil
I get so angry I just can't lose
Then I get too tired to be tired of you as well
And I don't have the strength to say no to you
So save yourself
CHORUS
I do my best
I do nothing at all
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