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I'm not one, to cause a scene.
But, I'm telling you know;
It's 5 past 3,
I must be up and out the door at 5 past 8,
You better hope that you don't make me late,
Because that's only a few hours away,
& Your Queen complimation, Still persists to play,
'Cause I've nothing against Freddy Mercury,
But, Do you have to play his whole discography?

'Casue I like a party, Just as much as the next one
But I think about my neighbours,
Especially on a week night,
But, I've considered what I could do to you,
To release my frustration for the physically ###### [Word?!]
You take a base ball bat,
& Then smash up your Mazda,
Put a brick through your window,
Stand there & Laugh at ya,
I plan these things, Maticulously in my head,
Maybe I'd hire a hitman, So you'd wind up DEAD.

Cause I don't know what your fucking problem is,
It's as if you're in your own world, and only you exist,
Now my worlds starting to revolve around yours,
& I ain't got much love, for your boys next door.
Cause, I thought that I might've been unreasonable,
A party-pooper that's just grown old, too soon.
Looking at the clock; It's a quarter past 4.
I've had it with you twats, from nextdoor.

Take a few of my mates, Give you a good talking to,
Push you about a bit, & scare the shit out of you,
But, I forget this ain't Chicago & I'm not Capone,
We're just 2 civalised people, In a 2 bed home,

Cause I don't know what your fucking problem is,
It's as if you're in your own world, and only you exist,
Now my worlds starting to revolve around yours,
& I ain't got much love, for your boys next door.
Cause, I thought that I might've been unreasonable,
A party-pooper that's just grown old, too soon.
Looking at the clock; It's a quarter past 4.
I've had it with you twats, from nextdoor.

Pipe down, Oh you better Pipe down.
[Shh!]
Pipe down, Oh you better Pipe down.

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