Thought Crime

Look! Look! Look!
At lil’ Gregory. Ha!
He’s all grown up.
Doesn’t really care about you or me.
Doesn’t really give a f**k.
He’s out of luck,
His bills are going up.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
It’s time to feel sad.
Cause wee Greg isn’t all that glad.
Does that mean that I should feel bad?
I didn’t realise.

I thought I’d a mind of my own,
Where are my manners? Do you need a use a phone?
Get his friends round so he’s not alone, or just sit and listen to him Moan and Groan.
Oh Brother!

Yes this ain’t the end, We’ve a while to go friend.
So you’d better be careful what you lend.
Shockingly! Like a miracle! Oh, how gay.
Lil’ Greg finds away,
His debts. Paid,
His sadness dismayed.

Now that that’s done,
He’s out of my life, I can go have fun.
But then.
Dun, Dun, Dun!
Oh no, someone,
Please get me a gun, Gregs back.
His problems are mine,
I can’t help but help that b*****d when I see his teary eyes shine.
What is it this time?
You’re lying!
What is it this time?
Oh! That’s quite the crime.
You little swine.
You outta do the time…
Ok! Now I’m lying!
Come on, stop crying.

Ok Greg, you know what you have to do,
By now it’s gotta be routine to you.
Your shrew, you f*****g piece of glue.
Alright burn his clothes, and cut of his head,
Don’t worry, don’t worry he’s already dead.
You got his wallet right?
And made him write the note?
Before spitting in his face and slitting his throat?
Good! I’m glad.
Oh come now, don’t feel bad.
I know, I know he was a dad,
But there was nothing we could do about that.

Alright Greg, we’re safe once more,
We got the money, we ain’t poor.
Now never again knock on my door,
Or I swear you’ll live in pieces underneath my floor.

Who am I kidding? Til next time Greg!
But try and stay out of trouble,
I know it’s hard when you live in my head.